Impatient scratter in his ancient Landrover that looks like it's been to Mars an back. We're all sat in the same traffic jam genius so maybe just wait your turn. No one cares if you're in a rush due to glaringly obvious fact that your a nobody.
And news flash, you ain't got no where to be anyway cupcake. Unless you're in a rush to drop that old ass rust bucket at the nackers yard before they shut then wind that neck in you melt.
Can't drive to save his life - belongs in a corsa or the back of a bus.