I realised that driving on a Friday night isn’t that smart. To summarise I had:-
Mr. Cut-Across-Your-Legally-God-Given-Right-Of-Way-and-Look-at-You-Like-You’re-The-Fuck-Wit at a set of traffic lights. I’ve never gone from a two digit number on the speedo to zero in such little time in my life.
Then we had Mr. Happy-Brakes, clearly not capable of city driving he hit the brakes at every side road and traffic light, regardless of colour.
All of which were more hilariously stupid and dangerous than the hordes of drunks.
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