Mr Flogger comes out of a shopping centre car park behind me, gets annoyed at my lack of forward progress and passes me on the left. All so that 20 metres up ahead, he can stop 2nd in line at a red light rather than 3rd.
We went around the corner and got stuck at another red light. As if that little manouvere did anything to speed up his trip to whatever drive by shooting he was off to attend.
I thought afterwards that I should have sidled up alongside his window and lobbed a goobie into his lap.
Floggers. Can't stand them.
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