and one shining example is the jerk living in the cul-de-sac bit of my
quaint Olde Englishe Roade. When I must turn my car around I have two
possibilities, reverse in to a busy road or (more sensibly I find)
drive down to this cul-de-sac swing my car around and go.However, when
this elderly goon is out he just STARES at me while I do it, it's
beyond uncomfortable. This morning being no exception to this, he was
scraping the frost off his van (why you do nothing of value you old
git) as I'm reversing I slightly mis-judged it and went to the kerb.
The kerb is rather small and is technically his front garden which has
about 800 rather large rocks to dammage any car whom dare go near it.
Having felt the resistance of the engine to climbing this small incline
I realised I've hit the end of the road and shan't be going back
further, except this weird pensioner starts coming towards my car,
staring and being old and useless.Understand I don't have time for this
petty shit, I'm allowed to use the road (hence why I pay the road tax)
and if I want to deck a kerb I bloody well can, the kerb is not your
garden, the kerb is the road which is paid for by people like me. Your
precious grass remains untouched so piss off.
