Cycling home through Tesco car park last night a nodder on a folding bike, earbuds in, drifts blithely across my path, causing me to brake. I say, politely enough, 'Whatch where you're going mate,' to which he replies, "Fuck you." This gave me an opportunity to tell him what I really thought of him, so I suppose he did me a favour really.
Cycling home through Tesco car park last night a nodder on a folding bike, earbuds in, drifts blithely across my path, causing me to brake. I say, politely enough, 'Whatch where you're going mate,' to which he replies, "Fuck you." This gave me an opportunity to tell him what I really thought of him, so I suppose he did me a favour really.