taxi driver who hit me, and then squared up to me, even though he drove into me and was entirely in the wrong.
I knocked over a woman in Euston Road. She was crossing at the red-man, instead of the green-man, so I was in the right of way, but she jumped backwards into my path. She cracked her head open on the asphalt, and blood started gushing out of her head. My reaction? I started screaming obscenities at the unconscious, and nearly dying woman.
I did this due to a fear reflex. I would wager, so did the taxi-driver. Not so much of an arse, but just plain frightened, and reacted with the full force of adrenalin coursing through his veins.
I knocked over a woman in Euston Road. She was crossing at the red-man, instead of the green-man, so I was in the right of way, but she jumped backwards into my path. She cracked her head open on the asphalt, and blood started gushing out of her head. My reaction? I started screaming obscenities at the unconscious, and nearly dying woman.
I did this due to a fear reflex. I would wager, so did the taxi-driver. Not so much of an arse, but just plain frightened, and reacted with the full force of adrenalin coursing through his veins.