It’s never a good thing to write when you are mad is it? Well who cares. So stand well back as there is smoke coming out of this post.
Tonight I met a most charming individual, here in my very own village. This most wonderful of beings was a man who by the look of him, I only got to see his head and shoulders, is not prone to going to the gym and although looks can be deceiving I suspect he has already lived half his life.
This most wonderful example of human intolerance was driving behind us as I, and my very much learner driver daughter, were driving. As we approached a rather busy junction my Learner waited to pull out, and being a very raw learner waited a little bit more and then a tad more. Just as we were about to move on Mr Charming blew his horn, despite the fact he was so close to us that the L plate was almost in his face.
As you could predict a horn blasting at you when you are a learner can cause the blood pressure to rise. So instead of pulling out and passing through the junction, we pulled out and the car conked on the junction. No sweat, all we needed to do was to restart and carry on, except Mr feckin no patience or manners had followed us out and was also in the middle of the junction, within inches of the back of our car. There he kindly blew his horn and blew and blew.
Unable to contain myself I as good as launched myself into the back seat pointing at the L sign. I had intended shouting a few choice words at him but when I saw his beetroot red face screaming at me, “Get off the f*cken road,” as his young children looked on, I decided my best attack was a broad smile.
In the midst of all this drama my calm Learner eventually took off and drove on as if nothing had happened.
Mr Wonderful, I am truly hopeful, if there is any justice in the world, that you and I will one day again soon. I know I’d recognise you as we shared a look for quite some time. If we do, I look forward to taking the opportunity to repay you the great kindness and patience you showed us today as we held you up for all of two minutes.
How? I’m not sure yet, but I have plenty ideas.