Best Karma witnessed?
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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.
I saw a car pull out of a GP surgery car park with a young child propped up on a lady's lap on the front seat.
I was trying to fish my phone our of my pocket to call the police but I didn't even get the phone case open before I saw flashing blue lights: police officers in an unmarked car had pulled over for a sandwich and clearly weren't going to let that go.
The miscreant had given no more than 30 yards down the road before being pulled over.
I was trying to fish my phone our of my pocket to call the police but I didn't even get the phone case open before I saw flashing blue lights: police officers in an unmarked car had pulled over for a sandwich and clearly weren't going to let that go.
The miscreant had given no more than 30 yards down the road before being pulled over.
A few years back heading home from work on the dreaded Edinburgh City Bypass the turn off for the Forth Bridge is a junction called Hermiston Gait, its a nightmare at the best of times and very busy.
So this night it was jammed and slow moving, a pick-up truck comes steaming down the slip-road and barges its way into the line of cars the driver being an absolute bellend, what he didn't notice in the traffic was a very fast looking blacked out Audi estate with several aerial's sticking out the roof which suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree, by the time I reached them the traffic cop had him out his motor and was giving him a very angry looking telling off at the side of the road...Karma well served.
So this night it was jammed and slow moving, a pick-up truck comes steaming down the slip-road and barges its way into the line of cars the driver being an absolute bellend, what he didn't notice in the traffic was a very fast looking blacked out Audi estate with several aerial's sticking out the roof which suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree, by the time I reached them the traffic cop had him out his motor and was giving him a very angry looking telling off at the side of the road...Karma well served.
A long long time ago I was driving behind an old Lada sedan in Greece and pulled up to a junction. It had 2 lanes to go forward and one lane to turn right.
As is typical in Greece, when the forward lanes are full, people try it on by pulling up in the turning lanes to try and jump the queue.
A younger driver in a Fiat Uno Turbo did just this and pulled up in the turning lane with the intention of getting in front of the already waiting cars.
The junction was uphil and the road a little wet and slippery.
Lights change and the Fiat attempts a hard start which resulted in a ton of wheelspin.
The Lada just started as normal.
As the Fiat attempted to get ahead, he realised he wasn't going to make it and smashed the front right wheel into the centre reservation. I don't know how much damage he did to suspension etc, but the front tyre blew out immediately and he just sat there looking rather stupid.
Lada just carried on without even acknowledging...
Both me and my brother who saw the whole thing unfold were quite pleased
As is typical in Greece, when the forward lanes are full, people try it on by pulling up in the turning lanes to try and jump the queue.
A younger driver in a Fiat Uno Turbo did just this and pulled up in the turning lane with the intention of getting in front of the already waiting cars.
The junction was uphil and the road a little wet and slippery.
Lights change and the Fiat attempts a hard start which resulted in a ton of wheelspin.
The Lada just started as normal.
As the Fiat attempted to get ahead, he realised he wasn't going to make it and smashed the front right wheel into the centre reservation. I don't know how much damage he did to suspension etc, but the front tyre blew out immediately and he just sat there looking rather stupid.
Lada just carried on without even acknowledging...
Both me and my brother who saw the whole thing unfold were quite pleased
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.
Was travelling along a section of dual carriage way where the traffic although was only doing about 40-50 was still moving.
There was an Audi A4 swerving in and out of traffic trying to get wherever he was going quicker than everyone else.
Obviously he was cutting everyone up.
I pulled off at my turn off, went down the slip road and Mr Audi who is obviously going the same way as me tries to cut in front of me at the traffic lights at the bottom of the slip road. I decided I wasn't going to let him in. He jumps out of his car, runs up to mine and start shouting and bellowing at me and offers to fight me.
Having sized him up and figuring that I (in my estimation at least) would make mince meat out of him, I accepted his challenge and got out.
At which point, two officers of the law got out of the unmarked BMW behind me and said "get back in your car sir, we will take it from here!"
There was an Audi A4 swerving in and out of traffic trying to get wherever he was going quicker than everyone else.
Obviously he was cutting everyone up.
I pulled off at my turn off, went down the slip road and Mr Audi who is obviously going the same way as me tries to cut in front of me at the traffic lights at the bottom of the slip road. I decided I wasn't going to let him in. He jumps out of his car, runs up to mine and start shouting and bellowing at me and offers to fight me.
Having sized him up and figuring that I (in my estimation at least) would make mince meat out of him, I accepted his challenge and got out.
At which point, two officers of the law got out of the unmarked BMW behind me and said "get back in your car sir, we will take it from here!"
Chunkychucky 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.
georgeyboy12345 said:
tomsugden said:
I was driving in London in a bus lane, during hours when you are permitted to do so. I saw a parked car ahead so indicated to pull out, whereupon the woman to my right accelerated up to the car in front of her to block me. The car in front of her braked abruptly and she slammed into the back of it. My path into the lane was now cleared so I moved over with a cheery wave.
This is my favourite one so far20+ years ago I lived in Finchley and worked in Watford, so used to join the M1 Via the north circular and great north way. The slip road to the M1 had concrete barriers so if you are in a low down car viability of traffic on the M1 isn't great.
Early one morning I was on my way to work and had someone behind me in a very loud, low Mercedes convertible who was in a hurry. I wasn't hanging about, but judging by how close he was to my bumper and the hand signals he was making he was obviously very, very late.
As I came down the slip road I noticed a marked police car enter lane 2 to overtake two HGVs in lane 1. I merged ahead of the two HGVs, but the mercedes went past on the hard shoulder, full bore, lights flashing, horn on.
The bluelights went on immediately.
He didn't look up as I pootled past.
Early one morning I was on my way to work and had someone behind me in a very loud, low Mercedes convertible who was in a hurry. I wasn't hanging about, but judging by how close he was to my bumper and the hand signals he was making he was obviously very, very late.
As I came down the slip road I noticed a marked police car enter lane 2 to overtake two HGVs in lane 1. I merged ahead of the two HGVs, but the mercedes went past on the hard shoulder, full bore, lights flashing, horn on.
The bluelights went on immediately.
He didn't look up as I pootled past.
I recall spending ages in a queue on a motorway in France, when a BMW comes steaming down the hard shoulder, presumably to try to get off at the next junction.
A few minutes later, the BMW reversed back up the hard shoulder, escorted by a police car, to rejoin the queue some way back.
A few minutes later, the BMW reversed back up the hard shoulder, escorted by a police car, to rejoin the queue some way back.
Robertb said:
I recall spending ages in a queue on a motorway in France, when a BMW comes steaming down the hard shoulder, presumably to try to get off at the next junction.
A few minutes later, the BMW reversed back up the hard shoulder, escorted by a police car, to rejoin the queue some way back.
I approve of this, even though it probably breaks some H&S rules. Get nicked by cops, bA few minutes later, the BMW reversed back up the hard shoulder, escorted by a police car, to rejoin the queue some way back.
ked, fined, then have to suffer the scorn/schadenfreude of your peers - all of them.Years ago I was was driving an old 8 wheel tipper , fully loaded and struggling along at a snails pace, mr impatient in a calibra turbo came tearing past me,he actually lent over to give me the wker sign out of the passenger window, unfortunately he was to busy with that to notice the artic turning infront of us-
He anchored up but too late, bounced off the bumper on the rear of the artic trailer,straight across the road and managed to smash three or four concrete posts down along with lots of six foot high chain link fence!!!
Absolutely wrecked his car
What a ball bag….
ker sign out of the passenger window, unfortunately he was to busy with that to notice the artic turning infront of us-He anchored up but too late, bounced off the bumper on the rear of the artic trailer,straight across the road and managed to smash three or four concrete posts down along with lots of six foot high chain link fence!!!
Absolutely wrecked his car
What a ball bag….
Seen a few, but my favourite was many years ago, whilst completing some advanced motorcycle training, under the supervision of a Police Motorcyclist. Was great fun 'making progress' around local A roads, with a friendly policeman in your ear, telling you to speed up, how to set up for a particular bend, when to wait for a clean overtake etc.
apart from an overtake, on a nice straight bit of road, completed and back in my lane in good time, appeared to annoy an oncoming car. Who made his displeasure known via horn, lights and hand signals. And slowing down bizarrely. Despite a fully stickered up policebike a little bit behind me, but who had sight of everything. And who turned round, pulled the guy over, whilst I could still hear everything the policeman said to him through my headset..
apart from an overtake, on a nice straight bit of road, completed and back in my lane in good time, appeared to annoy an oncoming car. Who made his displeasure known via horn, lights and hand signals. And slowing down bizarrely. Despite a fully stickered up policebike a little bit behind me, but who had sight of everything. And who turned round, pulled the guy over, whilst I could still hear everything the policeman said to him through my headset..
A complete t**t in an Audi tailgating an ambulance in to Preston town centre as all the traffic parted for it until he got to Preston Courts when a serious case was being held with armed police around and on the roof; those on the ground stopped the Audi and dragged all the passengers out onto the floor in front of everyone - they weren't polite about it! 
It was glorious to watch...
It was glorious to watch...
In the late 90's I was outside the Centrall Inn pub in Newquay where the local morons were repeatedly doing laps of the road outside impressing everyone with their cherrybomb exhausts and bass boxes. One particular moron had a Suzuki Vitara with 3 of his mates in the back stood up and would take each lap of the pub as an opportunity to let us know that we were massive masturbators. On one of the laps they spotted one of their mates outside the pub and stopped to exchange stories with him about how much cat litter they had eaten for breakfast, once their highbrow conversation was concluded Vitara man revved repeatedly, everyone gave us the masturbator signal one last time before he tried to speed off....... Unfortunately he had left the Vitara in reverse, he shot backwards into a lampost which resulted in the 3 guys in the back falling out into the road, the driver then sped off and left them there. The cheer from everyone outside the pub I think could only be surpassed if England were to win the world cup.
I was with my Dad at the time and it's still a memory we both look back on fondly and still chuckle when we recall it to this day
I was with my Dad at the time and it's still a memory we both look back on fondly and still chuckle when we recall it to this day
georgeyboy12345 said:
tomsugden said:
I was driving in London in a bus lane, during hours when you are permitted to do so. I saw a parked car ahead so indicated to pull out, whereupon the woman to my right accelerated up to the car in front of her to block me. The car in front of her braked abruptly and she slammed into the back of it. My path into the lane was now cleared so I moved over with a cheery wave.
This is my favourite one so fart out of me when people do this. At busy times, if I’m in the inside lane of 2 at a merge point and I see a car struggling to slot in behind me (zip merge) I will happily slow and wave them in front of me. It’s funny watching the reaction of the ‘blocker’ behind me seething with rage because the car they wouldn’t allow to merge is now even farther in front of them.MDJ said:
This bugs the st out of me when people do this. At busy times, if I’m in the inside lane of 2 at a merge point and I see a car struggling to slot in behind me (zip merge) I will happily slow and wave them in front of me. It’s funny watching the reaction of the ‘blocker’ behind me seething with rage because the car they wouldn’t allow to merge is now even farther in front of them.
Yep, been there, done that to a “blocker”. t out of me when people do this. At busy times, if I’m in the inside lane of 2 at a merge point and I see a car struggling to slot in behind me (zip merge) I will happily slow and wave them in front of me. It’s funny watching the reaction of the ‘blocker’ behind me seething with rage because the car they wouldn’t allow to merge is now even farther in front of them.Have to say that this was a more “natural” merge site, not roadworks whose zip merge management bears little resemblance to a zip’s actual action, but that’s for another thread.
At a busy petrol station near Thames Ditton; as the queue moved a scaffolder's van (a subby I was familiar with) took a few extra seconds to roll towards and a lad in a 1-Series came across into their lane and onto the pump they'd been queuing for.
Lad gets out and gives them a "oh well... and?" shrug.
And... scaffolders.
(I say that blithely; but stone-cold-sober violence at 1730 in the suburbs is actually quite shocking.)
Bending the rules: I've had an altercation (whilst, cycling, close-pass related) with a "white RRS stereotype v1.0"; he pulled over and jumped out for a spot of agro. After hopping about a bit and making some noise (maybe he'd expected me to be smaller?) he drove off in a manner that suggested his ire was far from sated; a 5 minute ride further up the road he was having a shame-faced chat with Dibble; even got to flash him a smile on the way past....
Lad gets out and gives them a "oh well... and?" shrug.
And... scaffolders.
(I say that blithely; but stone-cold-sober violence at 1730 in the suburbs is actually quite shocking.)
Bending the rules: I've had an altercation (whilst, cycling, close-pass related) with a "white RRS stereotype v1.0"; he pulled over and jumped out for a spot of agro. After hopping about a bit and making some noise (maybe he'd expected me to be smaller?) he drove off in a manner that suggested his ire was far from sated; a 5 minute ride further up the road he was having a shame-faced chat with Dibble; even got to flash him a smile on the way past....
Total clot tailgating me in lane 2 of an urban DC during busy traffic.
I took the first opportunity to move over to Lane 1 - which happened to be just before a gatso and just after I`d enthusiastically accelerated off the last roundabout.
Clot didnt spot the gatso and sailed through at least 20mph over the limit....flash flash.
I took the first opportunity to move over to Lane 1 - which happened to be just before a gatso and just after I`d enthusiastically accelerated off the last roundabout.
Clot didnt spot the gatso and sailed through at least 20mph over the limit....flash flash.
Many years ago, came out of a mates house in town late at night to find it had snowed, quite a bit. Headed off to drive carefully home in my recently aquired A reg red xr3i, my pride and joy.
On the drive home out of town on snowy roads another black xr3 came up close behind me, flashing lights and trying to get me to speed up/race. Nope, I’d paid too much for mine and was looking after it so carefully carried on. After a while it overtook along with some less than kind gestures etc.
In the morning i took a different road into town to find the same black xr3 upside down in a ditch with a covering of snow having been abandoned there the night before.
On the drive home out of town on snowy roads another black xr3 came up close behind me, flashing lights and trying to get me to speed up/race. Nope, I’d paid too much for mine and was looking after it so carefully carried on. After a while it overtook along with some less than kind gestures etc.
In the morning i took a different road into town to find the same black xr3 upside down in a ditch with a covering of snow having been abandoned there the night before.
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