My Drive To Work
Driving to work today, I saw a dude in my mirror who actually made me laugh out loud. He was driving a champagne / piss yellow Rover 200. Not quite enough to make me laugh. He was pretty big looking. Certainly not enough.
It was the mirror finish wrap around shades. Covering around 75% of his face. I wanted to press my secret 'stop time' button, get out of the car and write in big letters on his dasboard:
"Dude. People outside your car can SEE YOU. They can SEE INTO THE CAR."
I would also have turned his steering wheel 90 degrees to the right, steering him into oncomming traffic. If he survived when time restarted, then fair play. Otherwise,
Of course, that would have made me late for work, so I didn't do it.
A short while later, he pulled alongside me at some traffic lights. I looked over briefly to see...He was wearing the exact same top that I own and like(d). It is soiled. No amount of Vanish, OXYClean or Bleach can remove the mark. I shall be giving it a full viking burial tonight.
It was the mirror finish wrap around shades. Covering around 75% of his face. I wanted to press my secret 'stop time' button, get out of the car and write in big letters on his dasboard:
"Dude. People outside your car can SEE YOU. They can SEE INTO THE CAR."
I would also have turned his steering wheel 90 degrees to the right, steering him into oncomming traffic. If he survived when time restarted, then fair play. Otherwise,
Of course, that would have made me late for work, so I didn't do it.
A short while later, he pulled alongside me at some traffic lights. I looked over briefly to see...He was wearing the exact same top that I own and like(d). It is soiled. No amount of Vanish, OXYClean or Bleach can remove the mark. I shall be giving it a full viking burial tonight.
posted by Peter O'Phile at
7:53 pm
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