As I walked to my garage this morning I was greeted by this.
What an unbelievably considerate place to park. How am I supposed to get my car through there?
Looks like I’m going to be late for work this fine Monday morning, which is always a great start to the week.
He eventually turned up and I said, “is this you mate?”, to which he didn’t apologise and simply said “one minute mate”.
Being politely British I resisted the urge to call him a cock tugging chimp and instead opened my garage.
I got into my vehicle and started the engine; an action not shared by this festering arse rag who had started unloading his cargo.
Are you fucking kidding?
Words escaped me.
Well…. actually they didn’t.
And ‘better by miles’ weren’t among them.