Pet Hate
Number 1
Victoria Road,
Hawthorn.
My pet hate.
The guy in
front of me stopped because the car in front of him stopped – which way did it
go, which way did it go? Go around you moron, go around. But, no, despite
having plenty of room to go around him, he decides to prop and wait it out. So,
I pulled out and passed both of them. (click of the fingers) Just like that.
At the lights,
the guy in front of me, caught up. He stopped next to me and told me I was
pushy and rude.
“I’m not going
to wait behind you while you finger your clitoris, mate!”
“Oh, charming,
fucking language,” he replied as his window glided up.
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