You: dapper young Americanish woman in floppy 70s hat, resplendent in your retro red & blue garb and your hybrid. After arriving into lots of waiting traffic from my right, from Long Lane, you filtered on the left of three lanes toward the light. Called you out at Gt Dover St / Borough High Street for your shit left filter, when the light changed and all the motors on your right wanted to turn left and you fancied going straight over.
I won't 'quit yelling' at you because somebody needed to.
Calling myself out on this one for being a bit rude. But seriously sometimes Uncle Skully needs to be firm, when a gentle word just won't do.
You: dapper young Americanish woman in floppy 70s hat, resplendent in your retro red & blue garb and your hybrid. After arriving into lots of waiting traffic from my right, from Long Lane, you filtered on the left of three lanes toward the light. Called you out at Gt Dover St / Borough High Street for your shit left filter, when the light changed and all the motors on your right wanted to turn left and you fancied going straight over.
I won't 'quit yelling' at you because somebody needed to.
Calling myself out on this one for being a bit rude. But seriously sometimes Uncle Skully needs to be firm, when a gentle word just won't do.