TOP QUOTE: “The problem with socialism is that sooner or later you run out of other people’s money.”
Being freaked out doesn't mean that you got the message. Just that you realised that you might be in the shit. It's like "almost getting caught by the fuzz" probably won't do much to make a crim think twice about his choice of career.
Indeed - and sometimes it pays to man up and speak your mind.
Love the drama - sounds like a very likely case...
However, I'm just not sure that you can count on her not doing it again.
You'd tap a bitch's window wouldn't ya![]()
It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
When people (neighbours, strangers) do something that offends or irritates me, I have long believed that the best thing to do is eitherSTFU and forget it or to approach them and calmly discuss the issue with them. The third option being to make rude gestures, etc.
I must say however, that I have never actually managed to have a calm discussion in this situation. Part of the problem is that I am not able to be assertive without looking rather fierce. (I don't know why, perhaps it's my dark bushy eyebrows.) Part of the problem is that people really don't want to have calm discussions with jerks who are criticising their behaviour. Anyway, these calm discussions seem to end with verbal 9but never physical) violence. I haven't entirely given up on the calm discussion idea, but I have resigned myself to the fact that it's not actually going to achieve anything. (Hell, it doesn't even make me feel better!)
On the road you have the added complication that you are both controlling lethal weapons and the chances of a successful calm discussion are close to nil.
I'm afraid the woman in question has no idea why the bloody biker was threatening her, though maybe, just maybe she has the glimmer of an idea that it was something to do with bad driving on her part. Let's hope so.
Overweight yes - but I'm no huge guy by any means
But then .... its not always the size of the dog in the fight ... The nickname came from my old boxing gym. As you may know boxing is a beautiful sport full of subtleties. Apparently I wasn't very subtle.
Edit - it also fits with my surname.
Murdock?
"Right turn, Clyde!"
It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
Anyway, I think you did good, WTF did she think after she gave you the finger!
Read your post this morning Finn, thought to self, why not, it always seems to work for them!
Thought I would give it a try myself.
Wife gets a bit bossy so I lay down on the floor, kicked and screamed and "cried like a baby"!
Inwardly smirks to self....hey this should really get results!
Hey, will have to finish this later, some cunts backing up our drive in a bloody "AMBULANCE".................
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John.
Last week I went over to the land on the other side of the bridge. In both directions the same thing happened. Both times I was in my lane and a car in the lane next to me just decide to move into my lane, despite me being there. No looking over.
I was aware of them and suspicious so was able to pull forward. My reaction is to bang my helmet with my first. Makes my eyes go a little blurry and I am not sure what it achieves.
I don't like rude gestures. I favour the helmet tap. If I can't talk to them through the window of course.
Motorcycle songlist:
Best blast soundtrack:Born to be wild (Steppenwolf)
Best sunny ride: Runnin' down a dream (Tom Petty)
Don't want to hear ...: Slip, slidin' away, Caught by the Fuzz or Bam Thwok!(Paul Simon/Supergrass/The Pixies)
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