A poor vacant soulless tart ran me off the road yesterday. I passed her and, in her mind, this would not stand, so she edged me off the road, swiping my left front until I ran up the curb at about 40 mph. Blew out my right tire, cracked the rim and hit so hard that it tripped the fuel pump shut-off switch. She actually sped up and raced away while I waved for her to stop. A witness sped up with her and scribed her plate number on a post-it (I love those things, btw) and left his name and phone number should I need help. My poor car is all beat up, but we got a used tire and the cracked rim has been sealed and might last for a while.Easy does it my motoring friends, easy does it.
Just glad you are okay.
ReplyDeleteUnreal. Such Bastards out there... unbelieveable - or it should be unbelieveable.
ReplyDeleteAt least there was a good soul to make up for the bastard soul this time!
ReplyDeleteyou may say easy does it, but I am sick of these fucking fuckers.
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