
No, seriously now.
Picture this: One poorly cat with an adversion to cat baskets and an even greater adversion to being in a basket while travelling to the next town to visit the vet. It was rather stressfull!!
Anyhoo! On the way i was driving at a steady pace when this spotty 17/18 year old tosser driving one of those clitoris cars ( every c**t has one), You know the type i mean a cleo or peugeot with the cherry bomb exhaust, body kit and the Pioneer or Kenwood sticker in the back, which really says: I've got an expensive sound system, please steal me.
He was tailgating and trying to intimidate me, ffs we were in 40mph limit and i may have been travelling a wee bit over that. Now normally i would pull over and let him pass but on this occassion some stupid cow up ahead was allowing her kids to jump all over the back of the car, my cat was protesting rather loudly and i was getting more and more wound up with peoples disregard for others safety. I was getting soo angry i was tempted to lower myself to his standards Grrr!!!!!
Well the stupid women pulled off and he passed so all is well. NO!....
...Traffic lights. Now why do lads, when they see a young woman in a powerful car do they want to race me off the lights?
Boys! boys! boys! I'm driving a 2.9,24v, digital fuel injection, xj6 jaguar sovereign. I have nothing to prove, it will quite happily chugg along all day everyday at 130mph but i keep getting into trouble for that and i don't fancy paying for the fuel.
Is it an ego thing? Can anyone explain this kind of mentality please.
I'm not even going to go into the vets bill but, if i was to change career and become a vetrinary doctor then perhaps i could afford the fuel but i can't afford the points i'm on borrowed time as it is.
Grrr!! a real bad day!