[. I love it when people gob off at others from the "comfort zone" of their cars. You'd never see anyone pushing a trolley round tesco swearing their t@ts off becoz someone cut them up, or was too slow at the dehli counter.



Well you say that! But some old coffin dodger wandered off with our half full trolley in Sainburys thinking it was hers. So i went up to her and told her very kindly that she had taken the wrong trolley. The old hag then only went to hit me with her hand bag. Stupid ol b*tch started making a right ol scene! Give me a Chav in a car any day, at least you punch them!

I have my revenge and on weekends I get in one of my 4 wd chelsea tractors and bowl over a few of the car commuters on their weekend keep fit regimes on the ever so craapy halfords bikes they seem to buy!

hmmmm,

reminds me of a time i was travelling down to bordon to see a mate, i was in a ropey old 106 D that was slow at the best of times. i was accelerating (i say that in the loosest terms) from a roundabout in the outside lane when the guy on the inside lane just kept pace inside of me. the guy behind me showed his impatience by full beaming me and starting to wave his fists. i promptly replied with the one finger salute in the rear view mirror.

This enraged him further to which point when i pulled in he came alongside giving me abuse and inviting me to pull over. i obliged and he parked so i could not get out my drivers door. i scooted away and he continued to follow me until we pulled over again and i managed to observe de buss drills quickly and he did also. seeing he was quite big and wearing rigger boots i did the best impression i could of a demented maniac who wanted to kill him and this did the trick. we both got into our cars and did one.

it did however put the s*its up me and i vowed to be a bit more tollerant on the roads from now on, u never know which idiot your gonna meet!

REVENGE IS SWEET

One day whilst out and about in my Cat C+E (Class 1) truck i was causing a bit of a hold up as i slowly crawled uphill towards some temporary t-lights. I got to a short stretch of overtaking lane and so all the cars/vans etc stuck behind me started to get past. eventually the lanes narrowed to a single road again and we crested the hill, i started to increase speed going downhill and low and behold a car went screaming past me in an effort to get in front of the truck, the only problem being that the driver nearly caused an accident as there were oncoming cars/vans/trucks etc i had to apply the brakes rather quick smart.

Now, that that is unusual in itself, but i was fully laden carrying 38 to of dead weight so the effort to stop in case of emergencies was rather a precariuos one. My second action was to give the tw@ of a driver some of the loud musical anger.

However once at the temporary t-lights being rather annoyed with the cnutish antics of the other driver i hopped out of my cab and approached said vehicle, to my surprise and shock it happened to be a female with a kid on board. As she wound down the window i noticed that she had managed to turn on the waterworks, obviously hoping the sympathy card would work with me, not so, i told her in no uncertain terms the error of her ways and to think of the little person in the back of her car and left her sobbing away. Glad that i had educated another muppet of a road user i carried merrily on my way until the next one came along.

With the price of gas as high as it's getting...a rise in the price of ammo
may shut the L.A. freeways down for lack of traffic.

Only lost it once about ten years back. Driving home from work in the summer, hot and dirty from laying concrete all day and a little p*ssed off with my lot. I'm driving towards one of the roundabouts into Stafford (near the prison if anyone knows it) the road goes from two to three lanes about 50m from the first set of lights on the roundabout. Just as I'm slowing down to the lights some feckwit in a open top hairdressers sports thing starts bibbing his horn and jestering for me to move over to let him past...........the t*t hadn't seen the red light so pulled up sharp next to me.

Red mist decended.........I like to think I then discussed lane discipline and how to approach a junction.........however this came out as a stream of abuse in which his parenthood was called into question several times.......he stared straight ahead as if I'm not there.

The lights change.......and he pulls away. Only to pull up at the lights halfway across the roundabout, with me next to him again still going mental. Once these lights change he's off like a shot.

Funny enough I was in a good mood for the rest of the day.


Forgot to add, I was driving a white van as well.

Originally Posted by mylittlepony

You'd never see anyone pushing a trolley round tesco swearing their t@ts off becoz someone cut them up, or was too slow at the dehli counter.

I do this all the time. My personal gripe is cnuts who abandon their trolleys to block the way and stand chatting to someone or fcuking old people who lets face it have all fcuking day to do the shopping but decide to daunder and dither around the supermarket during the half hour you have allocated to go.

I particularly dislike the old bastard who decides that he can give the check out operator the exact change and spends fifteen minutes rooting through his purse (Never trust a man with a purse - I have one) because his hands shake and they can't see well enough to determine which coins are which. then the cnut finds a coupon and all begins again.

Then there are those tossers who push the trolley towards you and then avoid you by turning the same way you have turned. Cnuts!!!

In an ideal world the elderly should have to do their shopping between 9:30 and 11:30am thus they are not under the feet of those who pop out to do the shopping on lunch breaks or those, like me, who are somewhat challenged when it comes to patience.

Now naturally When shopping it is only natural to go to the check out where there is an almost attractive young lass working (rather than the spotty unshaven chavs at the others) The queue will probably be slightly longer even though there are less people in it as this particular supermarket employee despite being almost pretty turns out to be thicker than your average housebrick. By the time you start loading your stuff onto the conveyer (after several ringings of the supervisor bell, explanations that the credit card machine is being slow today, over-rings and a supervisors visit for an item without a bar-code) you will have heard her life story four times including details about an amorous encounter with an estate agent called Dave who turned out to be a 'right knob' (and she was surprised?)

When you finally leave the shop you find that the retarded slut has left the security alarm tag on the pair of maternity dungarees (spelling?) which Mrs Lairdx has bought but will probably never wear. An over zealous security guard wearing what looks like a uniform of the California Highway patrol, leaps out from behind his security desk/cctv monitor. This wee lad looks about as capable of handling a real shoplifter as an aborted foetus but personally takes it upon himself to delay you as much as possible by swinging each and every one of your fifteen carrier bags through the detector, even though everybody else (including the senile old c ock who was in front of you in the queue) has worked out the tag is on the dungarees. He then insists on close scrutiny of your till receipt but this takes a while as the wee lad doesn't read to well.

I hate supermarkets. I have sworn at a lot of people in the supermarket but I have yet to thump anyone in the supermarket. I think I have shown remarkable self control.

Was hitchiking down the A4 about fifteen years ago with a mate having returned from a week hitching around France. We were smelly, unkempt, with fcukoff big warry rucksacks and looked plain 'orrible. It was getting dark and there was snow on the ground and we had resigned ourselves to walking the twenty odd miles to home, soft beds and showers. Suddenly, miraculously, a small car pulls up and Mr Chartered Accountant offers us a lift.

He'd had an exciting day. On his way to work that very morning he'd had made a rude gesture at a Fellow Road User who had been driving like a cnut. When the FRU had exited his vehicle, shouting and screaming, our new friend had decided that maybe, just maybe, making the rude gesture had been a mistake. A feeling reinforced when the very angry FRU had suddenly dashed back to his own car and after delving into the boot reappeared with......a three foot axe.

Swift reversing and pulling out into fast moving traffic meant he got away unscathed, but very shaken......only to pick up us two desperados on the way home.

Did he have a deathwish or was he looking for protection? I still don't know.

This thread reminds me of a story a collegue of mine told me a few weeks ago. The old saying about the "quiet ones are the worst" springs to mind. The bloke in question is a reasonably large guy, but quiet, calm and approachable. One day, over lunch, he told the assembled group about a road rage story. He admitted that his mild mannered Clark Kent attitude changed when he got behind the wheel of his car. On this particular day, he had been driving home from work. He was motoring along the country roads when he was overtaken by a baseball hat wearing youth, driving a neon lit Saxo Sport. The Saxo cut him up on a blind corner, and my collegue showed his dismay by flashing his lights and sounding his horn.
Imagine his delight when said youth braked suddenly in front of him, and exited the Saxo gesticulating wildly. My collegue, surprised, also got out of his car, but with a car jack handle he kept in the drivers footwell (for such occasions he explained).
The Saxo drivers attitude changed at once, to an appologetic child, in view of my large friend wielding an iron bar. His attitude adjustment did him no good, as my collegue swung and hit him on his upper arm. The Chav went down, obviously upset with the chain of events. My collegue then opened the Saxo drivers door, took the keys, threw them over a nearby hedge, and calmly walked back to his car - and drove away !!
Whether you approve of this behaviour or not, it really does echo what has been said before. You do not know who is out there on our roads.
The collegue in question is now looked upon in a different light. Surprisingly, no-one wants to car share with him................

Originally Posted by WEATHERMAN1956

With the price of gas as high as it's getting...a rise in the price of ammo
may shut the L.A. freeways down for lack of traffic.

Are you taking the p*ss?????

I can't be arrsed to work out the math.....but your $2.55 (£1.50) per (US) gallon equates to 39p per litre. It is currently 93p per litre here. That is £3.52 per (US) gallon or $5.91 in your money. (ah...well...I worked out the math after all)

Grrrrrr.....can you get internet forum rage????

Stop whining about your unbelievably high rise in "gas" prices.....you should try running a car here!

Mind you, the company fuel card does help... ;)