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I was driving through Clifton the other day. It was dark, and there was a bus parked on the opposite side of the road, releasing passengers onto the pavement. Just as the bus started to pull away and move towards me, the person driving the car behind the bus decided to overtake it.
As soon as they saw me on a head-on collision course with them, rather than dropping back and moving back onto their side of the road, they decided that the best course of action would be to accelerate to warp speed, cut the bus up, and swerve in front of it.
Good plan?
Yes, except, this all happened very quickly and entailed me having to perform an emergency stop to avoid a head-on. The bus also had to stop too.
I employed my horn in righteous rasclout fashion at the overtaker. She in turn gave me the bird in no uncertain terms, and swore at me and then sped off.
The bus driver thanked me for stopping, and we both started up again on our respective journeys.
But here's the bit that hurt me. One of the passengers on the bus, as I crept by, shook her fist at me, gave me the "V", and looked as though she was swearing at me.
What was that about? What did I do?
As soon as they saw me on a head-on collision course with them, rather than dropping back and moving back onto their side of the road, they decided that the best course of action would be to accelerate to warp speed, cut the bus up, and swerve in front of it.
Good plan?
Yes, except, this all happened very quickly and entailed me having to perform an emergency stop to avoid a head-on. The bus also had to stop too.
I employed my horn in righteous rasclout fashion at the overtaker. She in turn gave me the bird in no uncertain terms, and swore at me and then sped off.
The bus driver thanked me for stopping, and we both started up again on our respective journeys.
But here's the bit that hurt me. One of the passengers on the bus, as I crept by, shook her fist at me, gave me the "V", and looked as though she was swearing at me.
What was that about? What did I do?
2 Comments:
I've always suspected you were responsible for most of the incidents that hold me up on the way home, and now it is confirmed.
Your mistake was thinking you lived in a rational universe in which the laws of physics as well as the laws of justice applied.
By
bot37363838, at 7:18 am
I am indeed the butterfly in the Tokyo garden.
By
SimonHolyHoses, at 7:29 am
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