You know how the police seem to be never there when you need them?
Well in this case...
I just got cut off by some scumlicking young punk in a black van, who smiled at me as he turned right in front of me. I emergency braked, I swear he wanted me to whack into the side of his home-painted shitbox.
I followed him to where he stopped outside his house, only 50m away, where I had a few words with him.
He said with a smirk that he hadn't seen me, and when I said I believed he deliberately tried to fuck me over he basically said "tough, sucker," laughed, and went inside.
So I left, couldn't do much else. I was so mad, I was shaking with anger. I was happy I didn't lose it and whack him or something.
But just as I left I saw a police car cruise past, waved it over, and told them what just happened, pointed to the van, pointed to his house.
They took my details, told me to go on my way, then they went and paid him a visit.
Sweet! Even if nothing more comes of it, it'll still be a bit of a shock for him to have the cops knocking on his door less than 5 minutes after attempting to kill a motorcyclist.
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