Yaa boo sucks to the Umbridge-like woman who stubbornly and deliberately blocked me out of her lane today while I was driving to work.
I tried very politely to change lanes, indicating appropriately, attempting to be considerate and apologetic, but she thinned her lips and declared war, even accelerating and slowing when necessary to prevent me from getting in front OR behind. When I finally got in (behind her, of course) and made my almost instant right turn into the university, I took a deep breath and wished her a most unhappy time in finding parking today. In not so similar terms.
Ahem. I, on the other hand, found a park straight away, which is quite unusual.
postscript
Heh, catching up with this brightened up the dusky bit of the day. Nothing like a bit of quality cattiness.
5 comments:
Some people are just w*nkers. I tell myself that people like that have to live with themselves, which can't be very pleasant. Not letting you get in behind her is just weird.
On the lane-blocker, I must say a woman doing that surprises me. I often encounter aggressive driving from young women, and bad driving from old women, but not that kind of deliberate, protracted, obstructionist hostility -- that I expect more from blokes.
On the utterly execrable and projetcile-vomit-making Victoria Beckham, here's Ms Fits in today's Age.
Projectile. Ahem.
That was a stunningly good piece of television criticism and something I will now print out and hold dear, along with my antique editions of the Cane Toad Times (that I'd forgotten about until a student reminisced about them yesterday!).
an anthrax letter ought do the trick, if you can follow her home and get her address.....
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