Driver, twat!

I have to stop getting into arguments with the wrong people. Some people just cannot be reasoned with, especially if they’re already the aggressive type of moron who is just out for a fight. Secondly I’ve got to stop getting angry at people, as it just makes the situation worse. Lesson learned today! Stay calm, act reasonably, and walk away if necessary.

I accidentally bumped my elbow on a guy’s rear view mirror as I was overtaking him to get to the front of the queue of traffic at some lights. Earlier on he’d overtaken me after tailing me really close, revving his engine and giving me about 2cm of room. Scared the shit out of me! So, after I bumped my elbow on his mirror and the lights turned green, I carried on. He stops at the next set of lights and winds down his window, swearing at me as I go to leave the roundabout. “You fucking hit my fucking wing mirror, you prick!” he shouts. You should have seen the anger on his face! I decide to confront him. Big mistake. I go over to him and say “what’s the problem? there’s no damage to your mirror, is there?” He carries on with the abuse, giving me nothing but abusive verbal language and aggressive body language, as I try to get through to him the fact that I have done nothing but touched his car. He gets out of the car, leaving it standing at a set of green lights with impatient traffic waiting behind him, and carries on the abuse. The guy gets on my nerves and I return some of the abuse. Big mistake. A police car with sirens and flashing lights speeds around the roundabout while he carries on giving me abuse, and I snap, giving his passenger door the boot. After all, he’s not gonna hit me in front of the police is he? Big mistake! “Look, see? No damage! So what’s your fucking problem?!”. He gets even more angry now, shouting “why you kick my fucking car for? You gonna pay for it!”. I try and reason with him. “Look, I’ve caused no damage to your car. If you have a problem, go and get a notepad, and I’ll give you my name, address, phone number, and the details of the company I’m working for”. The guy’s having none of it. He’s a fucking psychopath. “I want you to pay for it now! You’re gonna pay for it now!”. I repeat the whole thing about getting a notepad and giving him my details, but do you think he’s listening? No, he’s just getting more agressive. I think he’s mentally ill. The type of person who would stab a man for looking at him funny. By this time I’ve got my hand in my bag, resting on my U-lock just in case he tries to beat me up. He’s squaring up to me, right in my face, shouting “what you gonna do, pull a bottle out on me? You’re a fucking prick, you’re a fucking pussy”. I reply “Oh am I. Is that what I am. Ok. Right. Yep.”. He shouts “What you gonna do? You prick” etc. Getting really close now, so I put my hand on his chest to keep him away from me. I reply, “No, I’m going to call the police if you carry on being threatening.”. I wasn’t actually calling the police, I just thought I’d say that to see what he’d do. He carries on giving the abuse, so I say “Look, I’m gonna turn around and walk away now, just back off and walk away from this”. He shows no signs of backing down, instead he comes closer, looking even more angry. “Right I’m calling the police, you prick”. He swings for my face, punching the phone out of my hand. “You’re lucky” he says. I laugh at him as he drives off. What pissed me off is that next, I tried to get witnesses just in case. I mean you never know, do you. But of course, none of the cunts who were stood there watching, saw anything at all! Fucking wankers. But get this: A police investigator was watching from her office window, and saw the whole thing!

I didn’t really want to report it. No-one got hurt, nothing got damaged, and I hate going to police stations. I didn’t want to waste my employer’s time waiting around for an interview and writing a statement. But my controller tells me to go dob him in, and so does the police investigator. Well, I didn’t want to, but I ended up doing it anyway. So hopefully he’ll be in for a little surprise sooner or later.

I am extremely glad that I didn’t whack the guy or his car with my lock. Something was really, really tempting me to hit him with it, but I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it unless it was self defence, i.e. If he was giving me a hammering and I couldn’t get away. I imagine if I’d pulled it out and threatened him with it though, while my witness was watching? Good grief. I’m glad I’ve got some restraint, unlike some…