"What the 'kin hell you doing you silly old ****? Senile old ***ts like you shouldn't be on the road! F'cough, some of us have things to do!"
I was shocked at him ranting and banging the steering wheel.
"Whoa, slow down Batman, he's only let a car out and now all those others can get home."
"F'kim! Doddery old <mutter, mumble, bitch moan>...
So eventually we get to the T junction where the problem was and "Silly old ***" is turning right while we turn left.
"Yeah, p*** off" says my mate while giving him the finger and we scream off revving into the red and crashing the gears...... then screeching to a stop at the lights.
We pull into the car park next to a car doing the double flash 'beep beep' getting locked thing as the driver walks away.
"Do you recognise that car?"
"No, why?"
"It's the one driven by the "Silly old". The one who was holding you up, remember? Yet despite you driving like a maniac and bursting blood vessels he got here before you."
You know, people, it is very often how you drive rather than how "fast" you drive that gets you there quicker. And given two routes between A and B, as 'Silly old' and my mate were, the slower but quieter one can also be the quickest.
