Best Karma witnessed?
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One very early morning i was on my way to silverstone, it was still abit dark and very foggy.
I know the road well, and if you do you will know there are sections of dual carriageway with a few roundabouts thrown in.
Well im in lane one doing about 50, when two chaved up bmw's fly past me , obviously having a bit of a race. doing a ton plus. compleatly ignoring the poor visibility
I knew that the next roundabout had a waist high brick wall around the middle, sure enough i arrive to see both of them berried in the wall.
I know the road well, and if you do you will know there are sections of dual carriageway with a few roundabouts thrown in.
Well im in lane one doing about 50, when two chaved up bmw's fly past me , obviously having a bit of a race. doing a ton plus. compleatly ignoring the poor visibility
I knew that the next roundabout had a waist high brick wall around the middle, sure enough i arrive to see both of them berried in the wall.
OoopsVoss said:
Missy Charm said:
Many moons ago I worked behind the service and refunds desk in a large supermarket. Part of the job entailed dealing with anything out of the ordinary involving the customers including, on one occasion, a minor accident that had occurred in the car park. The two couples involved, call them the Bumpers and the Bumps, came in to ask for the use of pens and paper to exchange details and, later, the refunds desk telephone to inform their respective insurers (this was some time ago; the store had a payphone, but we allowed them to use the desk 'phone as courtesy).
Anyway, I took an immediate dislike to the Bumps lot. They were upwardly-mobile types who seemed determined to act in a hostile and exaggeratedly aggrieved manner towards the Bumpers, who were perfectly reasonable, nice and endeavoured to be placatory throughout. This didn't work, and only resulted in the Bumps becoming increasingly hectoring and semi-aggressive. The Bumps, of course, had a brand new car and made sure to announce to all and sundry that their brand new car had been ruined by the collision's addition of a small scratch to its once pristine paintwork.
Both parties, having exchanged details, then progressed to telephoning the insurers. I suggested that the Bumps went first and that the Bumpers might like to go and have a cup of tea in the cafe while they waited - by then the Bumps had become abusive towards the Bumpers. Off went the Bumpers and Mr Bump got on the blower. He didn't seem to clock the fact that I was standing next to him and could hear everything he was saying. What he did say, several times, was 'contract hire'. Oh dear.
Back came the Bumpers. The Bumps went off - or at least I thought they had. 'What horrible people,' said Mrs Bumper.
'I know,' said I. 'All that fuss and it's not even their car. It hardly matters.'
'It matters a bit,' came the cracking, umbrage-laden voice of Mr Bump, who had been listening to our conversation. You could see the wind go out of his sails, however, as he realized the game was up.
Wow. Why does it matter how they paid for the car? It might matter a lot if they need it for transport. I assume the karma comes after you finished posting? You getting fired or disciplined for voicing irrelevance?Anyway, I took an immediate dislike to the Bumps lot. They were upwardly-mobile types who seemed determined to act in a hostile and exaggeratedly aggrieved manner towards the Bumpers, who were perfectly reasonable, nice and endeavoured to be placatory throughout. This didn't work, and only resulted in the Bumps becoming increasingly hectoring and semi-aggressive. The Bumps, of course, had a brand new car and made sure to announce to all and sundry that their brand new car had been ruined by the collision's addition of a small scratch to its once pristine paintwork.
Both parties, having exchanged details, then progressed to telephoning the insurers. I suggested that the Bumps went first and that the Bumpers might like to go and have a cup of tea in the cafe while they waited - by then the Bumps had become abusive towards the Bumpers. Off went the Bumpers and Mr Bump got on the blower. He didn't seem to clock the fact that I was standing next to him and could hear everything he was saying. What he did say, several times, was 'contract hire'. Oh dear.
Back came the Bumpers. The Bumps went off - or at least I thought they had. 'What horrible people,' said Mrs Bumper.
'I know,' said I. 'All that fuss and it's not even their car. It hardly matters.'
'It matters a bit,' came the cracking, umbrage-laden voice of Mr Bump, who had been listening to our conversation. You could see the wind go out of his sails, however, as he realized the game was up.
However, if some sort of ceremonial sacking would please you that much, I'm sure it can be arranged. We could ring up the V&A to ask if their fashion collection contains a supermarket uniform of the appropriate company and vintage (I'd wear it); then we could ask the present owners of the site of the former supermarket - presently containing a pile of rubble and a weed-strewn car park - if they'd give us access for an hour or two; finally we could arrange to meet the old manager there and, assuming she's still compos mentis, have her utter the words, 'you're sacked!'
After that we could all go home. If the above is of interest and you are amenable, perhaps you might make a home-video of the proceedings. It'd probably go viral.
Missy Charm said:
OoopsVoss said:
Missy Charm said:
Many moons ago I worked behind the service and refunds desk in a large supermarket. Part of the job entailed dealing with anything out of the ordinary involving the customers including, on one occasion, a minor accident that had occurred in the car park. The two couples involved, call them the Bumpers and the Bumps, came in to ask for the use of pens and paper to exchange details and, later, the refunds desk telephone to inform their respective insurers (this was some time ago; the store had a payphone, but we allowed them to use the desk 'phone as courtesy).
Anyway, I took an immediate dislike to the Bumps lot. They were upwardly-mobile types who seemed determined to act in a hostile and exaggeratedly aggrieved manner towards the Bumpers, who were perfectly reasonable, nice and endeavoured to be placatory throughout. This didn't work, and only resulted in the Bumps becoming increasingly hectoring and semi-aggressive. The Bumps, of course, had a brand new car and made sure to announce to all and sundry that their brand new car had been ruined by the collision's addition of a small scratch to its once pristine paintwork.
Both parties, having exchanged details, then progressed to telephoning the insurers. I suggested that the Bumps went first and that the Bumpers might like to go and have a cup of tea in the cafe while they waited - by then the Bumps had become abusive towards the Bumpers. Off went the Bumpers and Mr Bump got on the blower. He didn't seem to clock the fact that I was standing next to him and could hear everything he was saying. What he did say, several times, was 'contract hire'. Oh dear.
Back came the Bumpers. The Bumps went off - or at least I thought they had. 'What horrible people,' said Mrs Bumper.
'I know,' said I. 'All that fuss and it's not even their car. It hardly matters.'
'It matters a bit,' came the cracking, umbrage-laden voice of Mr Bump, who had been listening to our conversation. You could see the wind go out of his sails, however, as he realized the game was up.
Wow. Why does it matter how they paid for the car? It might matter a lot if they need it for transport. I assume the karma comes after you finished posting? You getting fired or disciplined for voicing irrelevance?Anyway, I took an immediate dislike to the Bumps lot. They were upwardly-mobile types who seemed determined to act in a hostile and exaggeratedly aggrieved manner towards the Bumpers, who were perfectly reasonable, nice and endeavoured to be placatory throughout. This didn't work, and only resulted in the Bumps becoming increasingly hectoring and semi-aggressive. The Bumps, of course, had a brand new car and made sure to announce to all and sundry that their brand new car had been ruined by the collision's addition of a small scratch to its once pristine paintwork.
Both parties, having exchanged details, then progressed to telephoning the insurers. I suggested that the Bumps went first and that the Bumpers might like to go and have a cup of tea in the cafe while they waited - by then the Bumps had become abusive towards the Bumpers. Off went the Bumpers and Mr Bump got on the blower. He didn't seem to clock the fact that I was standing next to him and could hear everything he was saying. What he did say, several times, was 'contract hire'. Oh dear.
Back came the Bumpers. The Bumps went off - or at least I thought they had. 'What horrible people,' said Mrs Bumper.
'I know,' said I. 'All that fuss and it's not even their car. It hardly matters.'
'It matters a bit,' came the cracking, umbrage-laden voice of Mr Bump, who had been listening to our conversation. You could see the wind go out of his sails, however, as he realized the game was up.
However, if some sort of ceremonial sacking would please you that much, I'm sure it can be arranged. We could ring up the V&A to ask if their fashion collection contains a supermarket uniform of the appropriate company and vintage (I'd wear it); then we could ask the present owners of the site of the former supermarket - presently containing a pile of rubble and a weed-strewn car park - if they'd give us access for an hour or two; finally we could arrange to meet the old manager there and, assuming she's still compos mentis, have her utter the words, 'you're sacked!'
After that we could all go home. If the above is of interest and you are amenable, perhaps you might make a home-video of the proceedings. It'd probably go viral.
Missy Charm said:
Relax, love. The incident which the anecdote describes took place over twenty years ago. I am no longer employed by the supermarket chain, the shop in which it happened has long since closed down and been demolished and my then manager is probably in an old folks' home by now.
However, if some sort of ceremonial sacking would please you that much, I'm sure it can be arranged. We could ring up the V&A to ask if their fashion collection contains a supermarket uniform of the appropriate company and vintage (I'd wear it); then we could ask the present owners of the site of the former supermarket - presently containing a pile of rubble and a weed-strewn car park - if they'd give us access for an hour or two; finally we could arrange to meet the old manager there and, assuming she's still compos mentis, have her utter the words, 'you're sacked!'
After that we could all go home. If the above is of interest and you are amenable, perhaps you might make a home-video of the proceedings. It'd probably go viral.
Tremendous response. However, if some sort of ceremonial sacking would please you that much, I'm sure it can be arranged. We could ring up the V&A to ask if their fashion collection contains a supermarket uniform of the appropriate company and vintage (I'd wear it); then we could ask the present owners of the site of the former supermarket - presently containing a pile of rubble and a weed-strewn car park - if they'd give us access for an hour or two; finally we could arrange to meet the old manager there and, assuming she's still compos mentis, have her utter the words, 'you're sacked!'
After that we could all go home. If the above is of interest and you are amenable, perhaps you might make a home-video of the proceedings. It'd probably go viral.
evil.edna said:
Missy Charm said:
OoopsVoss said:
Missy Charm said:
Many moons ago I worked behind the service and refunds desk in a large supermarket. Part of the job entailed dealing with anything out of the ordinary involving the customers including, on one occasion, a minor accident that had occurred in the car park. The two couples involved, call them the Bumpers and the Bumps, came in to ask for the use of pens and paper to exchange details and, later, the refunds desk telephone to inform their respective insurers (this was some time ago; the store had a payphone, but we allowed them to use the desk 'phone as courtesy).
Anyway, I took an immediate dislike to the Bumps lot. They were upwardly-mobile types who seemed determined to act in a hostile and exaggeratedly aggrieved manner towards the Bumpers, who were perfectly reasonable, nice and endeavoured to be placatory throughout. This didn't work, and only resulted in the Bumps becoming increasingly hectoring and semi-aggressive. The Bumps, of course, had a brand new car and made sure to announce to all and sundry that their brand new car had been ruined by the collision's addition of a small scratch to its once pristine paintwork.
Both parties, having exchanged details, then progressed to telephoning the insurers. I suggested that the Bumps went first and that the Bumpers might like to go and have a cup of tea in the cafe while they waited - by then the Bumps had become abusive towards the Bumpers. Off went the Bumpers and Mr Bump got on the blower. He didn't seem to clock the fact that I was standing next to him and could hear everything he was saying. What he did say, several times, was 'contract hire'. Oh dear.
Back came the Bumpers. The Bumps went off - or at least I thought they had. 'What horrible people,' said Mrs Bumper.
'I know,' said I. 'All that fuss and it's not even their car. It hardly matters.'
'It matters a bit,' came the cracking, umbrage-laden voice of Mr Bump, who had been listening to our conversation. You could see the wind go out of his sails, however, as he realized the game was up.
Wow. Why does it matter how they paid for the car? It might matter a lot if they need it for transport. I assume the karma comes after you finished posting? You getting fired or disciplined for voicing irrelevance?Anyway, I took an immediate dislike to the Bumps lot. They were upwardly-mobile types who seemed determined to act in a hostile and exaggeratedly aggrieved manner towards the Bumpers, who were perfectly reasonable, nice and endeavoured to be placatory throughout. This didn't work, and only resulted in the Bumps becoming increasingly hectoring and semi-aggressive. The Bumps, of course, had a brand new car and made sure to announce to all and sundry that their brand new car had been ruined by the collision's addition of a small scratch to its once pristine paintwork.
Both parties, having exchanged details, then progressed to telephoning the insurers. I suggested that the Bumps went first and that the Bumpers might like to go and have a cup of tea in the cafe while they waited - by then the Bumps had become abusive towards the Bumpers. Off went the Bumpers and Mr Bump got on the blower. He didn't seem to clock the fact that I was standing next to him and could hear everything he was saying. What he did say, several times, was 'contract hire'. Oh dear.
Back came the Bumpers. The Bumps went off - or at least I thought they had. 'What horrible people,' said Mrs Bumper.
'I know,' said I. 'All that fuss and it's not even their car. It hardly matters.'
'It matters a bit,' came the cracking, umbrage-laden voice of Mr Bump, who had been listening to our conversation. You could see the wind go out of his sails, however, as he realized the game was up.
However, if some sort of ceremonial sacking would please you that much, I'm sure it can be arranged. We could ring up the V&A to ask if their fashion collection contains a supermarket uniform of the appropriate company and vintage (I'd wear it); then we could ask the present owners of the site of the former supermarket - presently containing a pile of rubble and a weed-strewn car park - if they'd give us access for an hour or two; finally we could arrange to meet the old manager there and, assuming she's still compos mentis, have her utter the words, 'you're sacked!'
After that we could all go home. If the above is of interest and you are amenable, perhaps you might make a home-video of the proceedings. It'd probably go viral.
8IKERDAVE said:
Stick Legs said:
AmyRichardson said:
In the best of PH tradition there'll be someone along to tell you something how "using all the available road space makes more sense than merging early" (or some similar nonsense...)
Except it isn’t just ‘some bloke on PH’ it’s in the highway code & advocated by all research into traffic management.By all means pull in early if you like, just don’t get cross if others don’t. I’ll take my chances at not being able to get off the M20 or whatever in that unlikely event.
Being courteous and respecting other road users is more useful than being a late merger knob.
Obviously when traffic is flowing
on the M11 / A120 roundabout. turn left towards Stansted as the road hooks left coming from the a120 side.
someone (a women) decided to undercut me from the left lane and push infront onto the right lane
about 3 seconds later a dear ran across from the mid section and slammed into the side of their car.
someone (a women) decided to undercut me from the left lane and push infront onto the right lane
about 3 seconds later a dear ran across from the mid section and slammed into the side of their car.
Mirinjawbro said:
on the M11 / A120 roundabout. turn left towards Stansted as the road hooks left coming from the a120 side.
someone (a women) decided to undercut me from the left lane and push infront onto the right lane
about 3 seconds later a dear ran across from the mid section and slammed into the side of their car.
Was she on a mobility scooter?someone (a women) decided to undercut me from the left lane and push infront onto the right lane
about 3 seconds later a dear ran across from the mid section and slammed into the side of their car.
Queue of traffic, me in the outside lane trying to get in as lane narrowed. Couple of people dead set on me not getting in. One of them so intent that he forgets to look ahead and hits car ahead of him. They both stop, get out of their cars. Road ahead clears so I slowly drive past them both and slot in to the inside lane. They both seemed very 
TX.
TX.
a very long time ago a 16v golf Gti was riding the rear bumper of my HKS tuned ST205 GT4 (new car, over 300bhp, mental for the time)
i left it as a dot in my mirror a few times but the knobber as soon as i slowed down was back to riding my bumper, we went into the dartford tunnel when all the cars in front of me did emergency stops to stationary, i was able to dart into the other lane which had no traffic
knobber slammed into the stopped car with no chance of touching the brakes, showers of golf parts bouncing off all parts of the tunnel
engage smug mode
i left it as a dot in my mirror a few times but the knobber as soon as i slowed down was back to riding my bumper, we went into the dartford tunnel when all the cars in front of me did emergency stops to stationary, i was able to dart into the other lane which had no traffic
knobber slammed into the stopped car with no chance of touching the brakes, showers of golf parts bouncing off all parts of the tunnel
engage smug mode
Edited by Dave Hedgehog on Wednesday 5th June 17:05
Heaveho said:
ensignia said:
Lot of casual racism in this thread...
Still, it'll undoubtedly be nicely balanced by the casual virtue signalling.......Dave Hedgehog said:
a very long time ago a 16v golf Gti was riding the rear bumper of my HKS tuned ST205 GT4 (new car, over 300bhp, mental for the time)
i left it as a dot in my mirror a few times but the knobber as soon as i slowed down was back to riding my bumper, we went into the dartford tunnel when all the cars in front of me did emergency stops to stationary, i was able to dart into the other lane which had no traffic
knobber slammed into the stopped car with no chance of touching the brakes, showers of golf parts bouncing off all parts of the tunnel
engage smug mode
Humpty dumpty sat on the wall, humpty dumpty had a great fall.....i left it as a dot in my mirror a few times but the knobber as soon as i slowed down was back to riding my bumper, we went into the dartford tunnel when all the cars in front of me did emergency stops to stationary, i was able to dart into the other lane which had no traffic
knobber slammed into the stopped car with no chance of touching the brakes, showers of golf parts bouncing off all parts of the tunnel
engage smug mode
Edited by Dave Hedgehog on Wednesday 5th June 17:05
A few years ago I was on my way to work when an Audi A1 came steaming up behind me, tailgated for about 30 seconds, then performed an overtake that I would describe as ambitious at best even with me rolling off the throttle and keeping as far left as I could to help the t
t get away from me asap. About a minute later I see a plume of dust rising from above the hedgerows a few hundred metres in front, then a sodding great Fendt plus trailer coming the other way, then at the site of said plume of dust there's the A1 in a soggy field going nowhere fast and in quite a few more pieces than when I last saw it. The dhead had clearly gone barrelling into the bend expecting nothing more than a car at worst and come face to face with twenty tons of grain plus a considerable amount of tractor. I know schadenfreude is an ugly emotion but I laughed like a fking drain.
t get away from me asap. About a minute later I see a plume of dust rising from above the hedgerows a few hundred metres in front, then a sodding great Fendt plus trailer coming the other way, then at the site of said plume of dust there's the A1 in a soggy field going nowhere fast and in quite a few more pieces than when I last saw it. The dhead had clearly gone barrelling into the bend expecting nothing more than a car at worst and come face to face with twenty tons of grain plus a considerable amount of tractor. I know schadenfreude is an ugly emotion but I laughed like a fking drain.KAgantua said:
Mirinjawbro said:
on the M11 / A120 roundabout. turn left towards Stansted as the road hooks left coming from the a120 side.
someone (a women) decided to undercut me from the left lane and push infront onto the right lane
about 3 seconds later a dear ran across from the mid section and slammed into the side of their car.
Was she on a mobility scooter?someone (a women) decided to undercut me from the left lane and push infront onto the right lane
about 3 seconds later a dear ran across from the mid section and slammed into the side of their car.
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