Last night, caught in a clusterfuck of traffic on the oval, some bellend on a screechy BSO scoots up my inside, wobbling so intensely that he knocks against my handlebars. He judders to a halt behind a bus, helmet wobbling about precariously on top of his head. We have the following exchange:
Me: Wow, that was a really sweet undertake just there!
Him: Oh. Thanks!
Me: That's not a compliment.
Him. Oh.
Me: Your helmet isn't on properly, you do realise that?
Him: Yes it is.
Me: It's not even done up.
Him: Yeah I know.
Me: You're really fucking special.
Him. Oh. Thanks!
Me: That's not a compliment.
Him: Oh.
He then spotted a 2cm gap on the inside of the bus, so wobbled off on his merry way.
Last night, caught in a clusterfuck of traffic on the oval, some bellend on a screechy BSO scoots up my inside, wobbling so intensely that he knocks against my handlebars. He judders to a halt behind a bus, helmet wobbling about precariously on top of his head. We have the following exchange:
Me: Wow, that was a really sweet undertake just there!
Him: Oh. Thanks!
Me: That's not a compliment.
Him. Oh.
Me: Your helmet isn't on properly, you do realise that?
Him: Yes it is.
Me: It's not even done up.
Him: Yeah I know.
Me: You're really fucking special.
Him. Oh. Thanks!
Me: That's not a compliment.
Him: Oh.
He then spotted a 2cm gap on the inside of the bus, so wobbled off on his merry way.