So, I’m driving home from preschool. In the car I have:
1 toddler repeating any swearwords I mutter under my breath
1 screaming 4 month old baby who wants to be cuddled.
1 stinky shitty nappy that can be smelt at least two lanes away.
1 drum n bass cd on repeat
And me, the nervous breakdown waiting to happen.
Almost in the boot of my car I have a smarmy fucker wearing a hi-vis jacket. He’s so close I can hear him thinking “stupid women drivers!”
I’m a shit driver at the best of times, and I can feel my concentration lapsing as O raises his cries a few decibels. I’ve got white knuckles from gripping the steering wheel and I’m willing arseface mcwankerson to opt for an alternate route.
He doesn’t. I mean this guy is just asking for a faceful of the heaby duty pram I have in my boot. And if I didn’t have the kids in the car he would have been offered it.
I refuse to speed, so I keep to 29 miles an hour. He almost causes an accident as he goes to overtake me into on coming traffic. The road is clear, I pull out. He’s smirking, smug shithead. I get to 30…31…brake back down to 25. The fucker will pay.
Finally I turn off. He stops being glued to my ringer and goes straight on.
This kind of driving is unnecessary. Really. Just back the fuck off.