eggy
Fledgling Freddie
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It's a lovely day outside. I'm sitting in a nice air-conditioned office having just had lunch. Almost the shortest lunch of my life. You'd think everyone would be happy, calm, chilled out with such nice weather. It must be reaching the near 30s down here. You also think you'd have to be more careful in the heat - reactions are slower, people are more relaxed etc. However, it appears not everyone shares the same views, or common sense.
I'd just bought a baguette (chicken tikka and salad, lots of mayo fyi) from a shop in the middle of town, and was walking to the park, towards my office, to sit down in the sun and eat it. Perfect. However...between the shop and the park is a single-lane road, running past a few pubs, intersecting the pedestrianised street. Now, people do tend to drive fast up this road, even though it's a majorly populated place, where hundreds of people cross every hour. I get to the road, about to cross as always...
<BANG>
[Excuse my language here, I don't know how else to put it].
Some utter CUNTING TWAT-FACED PIECE OF RECTAL FUNGUS runs up to me and shoulders me into the middle of the road. Out of the blue, no warning, just bashes me from behind. Next thing I know, I'm face down in the middle of the road, slightly dazed as to what was going on. I look up to see a blue Subaru Impreza BURNING it's way towards me. After shouting the necessary "FUCK!" and hearing 10+ people shout "OMG WATCH OUT" I start scrambling as fast as possible to the nearest side of the road, the left. Just metres away from me now, the driver sees me and swerves, brakes screeching...luckily to the right hand side.
Scared out of my mind, I just sit on the pavement in shock. The driver sits in his car not moving a muscle absolutely petrified.
Apparently he was about an inch away from hitting me. If he swerved to the left instead of the right, I'd probably be dead. The twat that pushed me had run off long ago. Makes you think, it really does.
I'd just bought a baguette (chicken tikka and salad, lots of mayo fyi) from a shop in the middle of town, and was walking to the park, towards my office, to sit down in the sun and eat it. Perfect. However...between the shop and the park is a single-lane road, running past a few pubs, intersecting the pedestrianised street. Now, people do tend to drive fast up this road, even though it's a majorly populated place, where hundreds of people cross every hour. I get to the road, about to cross as always...
<BANG>
[Excuse my language here, I don't know how else to put it].
Some utter CUNTING TWAT-FACED PIECE OF RECTAL FUNGUS runs up to me and shoulders me into the middle of the road. Out of the blue, no warning, just bashes me from behind. Next thing I know, I'm face down in the middle of the road, slightly dazed as to what was going on. I look up to see a blue Subaru Impreza BURNING it's way towards me. After shouting the necessary "FUCK!" and hearing 10+ people shout "OMG WATCH OUT" I start scrambling as fast as possible to the nearest side of the road, the left. Just metres away from me now, the driver sees me and swerves, brakes screeching...luckily to the right hand side.
Scared out of my mind, I just sit on the pavement in shock. The driver sits in his car not moving a muscle absolutely petrified.
Apparently he was about an inch away from hitting me. If he swerved to the left instead of the right, I'd probably be dead. The twat that pushed me had run off long ago. Makes you think, it really does.
