Reader, I’m afraid I swore violently, and I am embarrassed.
Not because I have any moral objection to swearing, but because it’s unbecoming of a bald middle-aged man in a Dacia to be loudly casting aspersions about the intellect of person unknown in a Kia hatchback.
They’re probably very nice anyway. But for Pete’s sake, why this messing around when the traffic lights go green? I’d lined up behind them, and we’d both lined up on the right side of a bus, at a junction after which two lanes would later filter into one.
I figured we’d both make it away in front of the bus. Kia: apparently not so. Eventually, after a fumble, brake lights off, then on, then some handbrake and gearlever faffery, they pulled away, with just…
