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Went into town this morning, to sort out Bankers draft for the new Zed. Took the Rover 214i. Park up do the business etc. On walking back to the car 3 chavs two smirking and one pouring cola over my bonnet.
I don't know what came over me, but the next thing I know I have the little S******t over the bonnet with my nails in his neck and my stileto heel shoe in the back of his calf.
His mates try to come to his aid and all hell breaks lose. Some huge security guard has seen the whole thing and grabs one of the other two.
I'm screaming at the one I still have hold of to clean off his mess, with somewhat unlady like language. How I held on to him I don't know. I'm only 5ft.
Well by the end of it with somewhat of a crowd gatherrd around and me wanting the ground to open up and swollow me, the bonnet is cleaned with the guys shirt, and the securty guard is pissing himself.
I just cann't believe what I've just done and blow it all I leave a shopping bag with drink in it on the pavement.
Why did they pick on my little car?
Sorry Guys had to tell someone, as I darn't tell the hubbie what's just gone on.
I'm getting worse as I get older. I thought I was supposed to mellow out once I'd reached the big 40