Tonight about 19:50 outside B&Q Kings Lynn a moron and three of his friends in a metallic blue BMW Mini (I think they were his friends, he did not quite have the personality to have friends) tried to run me over. The reason was I apparently kept left while driving into the car park allowing him room to drive in the centre of the road. Like most idiots he felt it was my fault for allowing him to drive so carelessly. Unknown to me this pissed him off and he felt I needed to be taught a lesson. I parked my car and as I walked towards B&Q he drove at me at speed only stopping inches from me. My first thought was TWAT!! and I was correct. I stepped back and he just sat there, I proceeded onwards and he drove at me again. Once again I stepped back. I still was under the impression hes a Twat. I walked back to the drivers door and by this time he had opened it just enough to accuse me of forcing him off the road and nearly causing him to have a crash. I thought hes not a Twat, but a genuine Dick Head. I thought Id pacify him by apologising for driving on the left close to the curb and allowing him to hog the road. Sad to say that did goes as well as I had anticipated. He made several half arsed attempts to get out of the car and clearly full of bravado, but resorted to insults instead. He made a point to ridicule the fact I wore glasses and I should learn to drive. The worst thing and the biggest insult was he referred to my race, he called me a F*%$ing Norfolk C#%t. (But I wasnt the one coming from KFC.) I was crushed to say the least, but I felt a come back was appropriate. I quickly replied No, you got that wrong. Im an American. He was not amused. Well you should have heard his reply. I cant believe he kisses his boyfriend, let alone his mother with that mouth. All the while trying to intimidate me with those half hearted attempt to get out of the car. I started walking away as I had enough of his time wasting. I also didnt know how long it was going to take for him to psych himself up to actually get out of the car. While walking away he mumble some treat about running me over. By this time I was really bored, so I said I aint got time for this crap, run me over or dont I dont care. So with some trepidation I walk towards B&Q and had not gone to far I heard his engine rev and tyres spin. He drove straight at me, but by this time I was behind the bollards outside the entrance. He skidded and swerved, then dove off. He still had to call me names as he drove away. I watched him drive away and I that TWAT!! I have to say by this time I was convinced I had him summed up and was entitled to refer to him as a twat. To think all I went out to get was paint brush cleaner. Who says DIY is boring.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 01:31:00 +0000
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