Just sometimes...
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... I want to tell this whole country to go to hell.
Ran out of dog food, instead of going to do a big shop and get an industrial size sack of food and a couple of tonnes of 'chum, I grabbed the keys for the car and nipped to the local Somerfield in the Texaco.
The Somerfield is in the local filling station and is always busy and today was no different. The Texaco is on the walk through to the bus station, train station and Asda. I got my doggie dinner and climbed back into the car to set off. The forecourt was busier than usual and the accepted technique is to reverse as slow as possible out of the parking space so people can move around and everyone is safe. As I reached the end of my reverse ark a tall guy in his late 40's / early 50's looks the car up and down, looks me in the face and spits on the bonnet. Hold on! This scumbag blatantly gobbed on my bonnet.
I stopped.
I started with the obvious. "Oi - did you just spit on my car?"
yep..
"You arse, What is your problem?"
You almost ran me over.
"You are serious? I was doing half a mile an hour on a garage forecourt and you couldn't move round? You are that much of an arrogant inbred that you can’t walk around?"
He walked up to the car thinking I would be intimidated, no such luck, this deflated him and he was careful to stay out of striking range (too many years studying martial arts allows you these insights) this man was used to being intimidating.
I was bloody angry and I promised myself that above all I would never be bullied.
"How on earth would you like it if I gobbed on you?"
Go on, I wouldn't effin care
...
I was astounded, but not speechless..
"You wouldn’t care? You have that little regard for your self worth and that little respect for yourself and others that you think spitting on people is acceptable? You vile piece of sputum, you are the lazy dole scrounging, smegg that workers in this country have to support. You can wipe that crap off my car before I use it to wipe your inbred, mother loving corpse across the road"
He quickly walked off, I think the only word with more than 3 syllables he knows is 'hamburger' and I am pretty sure he can’t spell that.
Really oddly he then decided to "be intimidating" by standing in the side road entrance to Asda and stare at me while he held up the traffic and called me a prick.
I am so damn angry. I have just taken the bike out and done a quick 12 miles, and I am still angry.
I have just realised that I still have to wash that crap off my car.
Ran out of dog food, instead of going to do a big shop and get an industrial size sack of food and a couple of tonnes of 'chum, I grabbed the keys for the car and nipped to the local Somerfield in the Texaco.
The Somerfield is in the local filling station and is always busy and today was no different. The Texaco is on the walk through to the bus station, train station and Asda. I got my doggie dinner and climbed back into the car to set off. The forecourt was busier than usual and the accepted technique is to reverse as slow as possible out of the parking space so people can move around and everyone is safe. As I reached the end of my reverse ark a tall guy in his late 40's / early 50's looks the car up and down, looks me in the face and spits on the bonnet. Hold on! This scumbag blatantly gobbed on my bonnet.
I stopped.
I started with the obvious. "Oi - did you just spit on my car?"
yep..
"You arse, What is your problem?"
You almost ran me over.
"You are serious? I was doing half a mile an hour on a garage forecourt and you couldn't move round? You are that much of an arrogant inbred that you can’t walk around?"
He walked up to the car thinking I would be intimidated, no such luck, this deflated him and he was careful to stay out of striking range (too many years studying martial arts allows you these insights) this man was used to being intimidating.
I was bloody angry and I promised myself that above all I would never be bullied.
"How on earth would you like it if I gobbed on you?"
Go on, I wouldn't effin care
...
I was astounded, but not speechless..
"You wouldn’t care? You have that little regard for your self worth and that little respect for yourself and others that you think spitting on people is acceptable? You vile piece of sputum, you are the lazy dole scrounging, smegg that workers in this country have to support. You can wipe that crap off my car before I use it to wipe your inbred, mother loving corpse across the road"
He quickly walked off, I think the only word with more than 3 syllables he knows is 'hamburger' and I am pretty sure he can’t spell that.
Really oddly he then decided to "be intimidating" by standing in the side road entrance to Asda and stare at me while he held up the traffic and called me a prick.
I am so damn angry. I have just taken the bike out and done a quick 12 miles, and I am still angry.
I have just realised that I still have to wash that crap off my car.
Thats terrible, i had a similar experience a year or so ago in my old Porka someone spat all over the windscreen, its really begs belief when it happens you pretty much freeze for a minute while you register that another so called human being would do such a thing. They should bring back hanging for these b
ds as they serve no purpose in this world.
ds as they serve no purpose in this world.Every now and again you come up against slime like this. If he is indeed the kind of person you describe then just console yourself that:
a. he didn't kick/scratch your car instead of spitting on it
b. the situation didn't escalate into one where someone got hurt or the police got involved
c. he will more than likely live a miserable worthless life and die an unfulfilled, barrel-arsed loser
d. he more than likely looks at you in your car with envy because you represent everything that he is not or will ever be.
Now stick a beefy CD on the stereo and turn the volume up LOUD. Time to break out that air guitar and chill.
a. he didn't kick/scratch your car instead of spitting on it
b. the situation didn't escalate into one where someone got hurt or the police got involved
c. he will more than likely live a miserable worthless life and die an unfulfilled, barrel-arsed loser
d. he more than likely looks at you in your car with envy because you represent everything that he is not or will ever be.
Now stick a beefy CD on the stereo and turn the volume up LOUD. Time to break out that air guitar and chill.
How you didn't smack the Chav !!!
however he would have probably got your number plate rang the cops and come up with the usual.
"I was nearly knocked over, I am on disability, I cant walk poperly,, I can't defend myself, then I was attacked, I didn't do anything wrong, The world owes me"
The cops know of these muppets, and they would love to say "f--- off and don't bother us you piece of s---", however their hands are tied.
Probably best result for you, he would live to fight another day, let some other chav in the same position as him do it for you, best thing you can hope for is he dies a slow painful death.
however he would have probably got your number plate rang the cops and come up with the usual.
"I was nearly knocked over, I am on disability, I cant walk poperly,, I can't defend myself, then I was attacked, I didn't do anything wrong, The world owes me"
The cops know of these muppets, and they would love to say "f--- off and don't bother us you piece of s---", however their hands are tied.
Probably best result for you, he would live to fight another day, let some other chav in the same position as him do it for you, best thing you can hope for is he dies a slow painful death.
See that doesnt surprise me in the slightest! I think its harder now to find people that are not like that rather than people who are. He better count himself lucky this isnt america, If you had a conceiled shooter in the glove box im sure it would have been more than just an exchange of words! 
Anyway make sure you dont touch the spit you may get a disease or sumut!
Anyway make sure you dont touch the spit you may get a disease or sumut!
These are the types of stories that make me glad I don't live in London anymore. It's jealousy pure and simple.
I see a guy/girl in a nice car and I think, that's what I'd like to aspire to but unfortunately these cretinous buffoons think otherwise...
Fair play for holding back, definitely the right thing to do and kudos for at least letting the guy know what a scumbag he is. I'm not such a big chap and have seen how situations can escalate so probably would of driven off in a rage, wishing I'd said something!
I see a guy/girl in a nice car and I think, that's what I'd like to aspire to but unfortunately these cretinous buffoons think otherwise...
Fair play for holding back, definitely the right thing to do and kudos for at least letting the guy know what a scumbag he is. I'm not such a big chap and have seen how situations can escalate so probably would of driven off in a rage, wishing I'd said something!
island s2 said:
These are the types of stories that make me glad I don't live in London anymore. It's jealousy pure and simple.
I see a guy/girl in a nice car and I think, that's what I'd like to aspire to but unfortunately these cretinous buffoons think otherwise...
Fair play for holding back, definitely the right thing to do and kudos for at least letting the guy know what a scumbag he is. I'm not such a big chap and have seen how situations can escalate so probably would of driven off in a rage, wishing I'd said something!
Hmmm. the problem is I dont live in London. I live in laid back Bournemouth, admitidly not the nice end but still a £250k flat (before the recession)I see a guy/girl in a nice car and I think, that's what I'd like to aspire to but unfortunately these cretinous buffoons think otherwise...
Fair play for holding back, definitely the right thing to do and kudos for at least letting the guy know what a scumbag he is. I'm not such a big chap and have seen how situations can escalate so probably would of driven off in a rage, wishing I'd said something!
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