Had one of those mornings already.
My back has been having a go at me since last night and as such my nights sleep was rubbish and I wasn’t in the best of form. On the early part of our journey to work Snooze has to filter from the right lane of a dual carriageway into the left. Some charming chappy in a 2005 Toyota (what is it about us and Toyota’s??) decides to slam the door by accelerating to the rear bumper of the car in front.
Snooze easily pulls in behind and gives a quick flash. He blinks his hazards which antagonises me so I give him the bird. At this point his car stops and he gets out. No hazards on I might add. Gets to my door with me now stood up, starts talking and gets a nice “what?” from me. Proceeds to show me his warrant card at which point I note that he must be at least forty five and hasn’t made it past the rank of PC yet; I wonder why.
He then starts waffling about taking me to court at which point gets me pointing out that his driving was questionable. At this stage he hasn’t managed to look at the company logo on my jacket and has only managed to ascertain that I’m not Irish. So the best he can do is walk back to his car and over his should call “Have some manners when you’re in our country!”
I have one word to say: