Just went into Accy earlier on, walking past a car that just pulled up outside Halifax Bank. The guy thought I was going to cross the road, instead I walked past his car. He then winds his window down F**k you, you f***ing prick. I then reply You what, I dont even know you, what are you on about. He then opens his door, steps out, and says You want to f***ing sort this out then you f***ing c**t?. Again, still perplexed by his levels of anger at a randomer: Sort what out, what are you even on about, get a grip. He then starts running after me. Luckily (somehow), I ran more quickly and got away. Good job I made a mental note of the registration number, and recognise him from being a switchboard operator at one of Accringtons taxi companies. Well, you should look forward to a visit from Lancashires finest dear boy. I wouldnt mind, but I wouldnt hurt a fly, Id end up hurting myself if I tried to hurt anyone else. Not to mention, but this was broad daylight, the lad hadnt even been drinking....
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 16:32:59 +0000
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