I was sitting in my car listening to a cracking episode of The Archers when I noticed a Honda Jazz enter the car park, sending a shiver down my spine. Unfortunately, my fears were quickly realised as the driver proceeded to demonstrate that they were far less adept behind the wheel of a Jazz than James May’s mother.
Firstly, they nearly transferred some of their paint onto my front bumper as they pulled into the adjacent bay, before stopping with no more than a 30-centimetre gap between our vehicles. The passenger then opened their door, had a gander, and seemingly came to the conclusion that there was more than enough space to exit, slamming their door into mine in the process. As soon as they were out, the driver gingerly reversed out of the space and headed off (probably to the local bowls club), leaving me with a couple of burning questions:
1. How big was the dent in my door?
2. Why go through the palaver of attempting to park when you're just dropping someone off?
Anyway, now I've got five minutes of The Archers to catch up on.
This driver was infront of me today. They decided to stop in the middle of the road to let their kids out (to go to school). I honk at the driver and by that time 3 boys exit the vehicle. One of them was sat behind the driver, and the others were in the passanger seat and the other one was in the seat behind him. Anyways, the boy sat behind the driver decided to give me the middle finger as if I'm in the wrong for beeping? Maybe if your parent/guardian didn't stop in the middle of the road to let you out I wouldn't beep at them.
Absolutely diabolical plate