An old man in a leather jacket startled me this morning when he stuck his fat disheveled face in my open car window and said ”It’s three demerit points for being over the pedestrian lines you fucking madman.”
I wasn’t over the pedestrian lines. Even if I had been, there was adequate space for him to pass so clearly someone was on their period. After I called him an arsehole, he smacked my bonnet weakly and stomped off like a two year old.
I think he was aiming for a more powerful hit but he was a weak bitch.
