Well, I've let my mouth and my temper almost let me get my head stoved in again!

Turned into a road near my house, cars parked up both sides so no spaces to jump into to let people pass. Two tattooed fuckwits in a white van just pull out in front of me and block the road, right there in front of me! Then they look at me like it's my problem!!! Expect me to reverse 50 yards back up the road to let them out! I shout, "So now it's my fucking problem? Why'd you fucking pull out you fucking prick?!". He's flapping his arms at me to tell me to move back. I JUST LOSE IT! I just turn the ignition off, get out the car, stick my middle finger up at him and shout "Tough fucking shit! You caused it, you blocked the fucking road, you fucking deal with it now!". I walked the 100 yards back to my house and left him shouting at me to move my car! Went home and told my Missus and said she'd better go back and move the car as it's blocking the road. She got there and the other two had already reveresed up and gone, she got a few sarcastic comments from the nosy neighbours who were enjoying the show I put on.

What got me was the arrogance. He pulled out, blocked the road in front me, expected me to reverse back up the road and fix the problem! Tough luck! Am I sorry? Only for making an arsehole of myself in front my neighbours, who I will have to continue to see on a daily basis. Am I sorry for doing it to prove my point? No, not at all. I hate arrogance. The "fuck you, I'm alright" attitude gets on my nerves and makes the world a shittier place to live, so sometimes it's good to throw it back in their faces.

Now I want cake to calm down and we've only got low-calorie Weight-Watchers cakes in the house, arrrrghhh!!!!!