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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Name And Shame # 3

What is it with bad drivers this month?!

This one absolutely takes the cake.

I had the misfortune to find myself following a BMW 4WD this morning, with the licence plate: TTG 661. The woman driving this monstrosity of a vehicle was talking on her mobile phone (illegally holding it to her ear with her left hand), repeatedly changing lanes and turning corners without ever once using her indicator, braking too late to give adequate warning to those behind her, was completely oblivious to the anger and panic she was causing in other drivers (not just me), and was clearly having a very heated and animated argument with someone over the phone.


Hey, stupid woman! Pull over if you're gonna talk on the phone. Especially if you're angry. And if you're not able to indicate. And if you're distracted from knowing where you're going. And if you're causing near-accidents left, right and centre. And if you've got a TODDLER IN A BABY SEAT IN THE BACK OF YOUR CAR!

I beeped my horn at her, caught her eye in her rearview mirror, made the 'telephone' symbol with my hand, and shook my head to indicate that was she was doing was wrong.

Do you think she acknowledged her illegal and unsafe behaviour and pulled over apologetically?

Not. On. Your. Life.

She flew into a raging (silent for me, but obviously scary and abusive for her child and whoever was on the other end of the phone) torrent of screams and obscene hand gestures. It was so over-the-top and ridiculous that I burst into laughter, despite my own fury at her behaviour. Seeing me laughing only made her angrier, but by then she was a lost cause anyway. I wasn't laughing at her to intentionally evoke a response; she made me laugh at her mind-boggling self-righteousness in the justification of her own actions and negligence.

Whatever, biatch.

Kill yourself, your child, and however many innocent others you happen to take out with you in your head-height death machine for all I care. Just don't do it anywhere around me, where I'm likely to be involved in the accident you're bound to cause any day now.

In the meantime, have a pleasant day.



At Tuesday, July 08, 2008 2:23:00 pm, Blogger Melba said...

oooooh bevie said biatch!

no really, i'm with you. people don't like being told that they are doing something wrong. people doubly hate it when they get laughed at.

i saw a cop (out of uniform, long story how i knew he was a cop) take another person's car space at the balaclava coles today. there was a woman with baby in arm "holding" the space by standing there so her friend/sister could bring the car to get it. they had obviously been waiting, driving around in circles. well, the cop in his car with his kid took the space. by nosing the car in while the woman was standing there HOLDING HER LITTLE BABY so that she had to get out of the way. he didn't like it when she called him an ****-hole, and argued with her about how he had to have the spot. it was very rude, very ungentlemanly and very piggy police-like. i felt like telling her he was meant to be serving and protecting the community. but i kept quiet and told her i was leaving so they had our spot.
as he walked away he kept looking back, over the cars, at the two women - basically trying to be intimidating and tough.

it really bugged me.

At Tuesday, July 08, 2008 2:34:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

And that's when they should have used their keys to scratch a long line down the side of his car.

Stupid man. Never fight for a car space, because if you 'win', you actually lose. (At least when playing against someone as evil as me.)

Because the person who loses the spot knows exactly where the bully's unattended car is located, and can exact their revenge while the big meanie is happily buying his latte and relaxing inside, leaving the woman with the baby still struggling to find somewhere to park.

That's the first rule of shopping-centre car parks. Bully your way into a space, and pay the price with scratches on your duco.

Not only was this guy a jerk, ****hole, bully, hypocite and bad father figure, but he was just plain dumb.

I have strong feelings about people being stupid with and in their cars, don't I!

And I clearly need another holiday.


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