You leave for work in your car, on the way you overtake a driver, who is so mad
that for miles they follow you at speed untill you are able to shake them off.
On the way back home you decide to call into the local food store,
while waiting in line, you can hear mumbling from behind
then this customer cooley walks past you and gets served,
and you've been waiting for ages.
You arrive home, to see 5 youths on bikes outside your door,
who have cut the tops from your flowers, after riding through your nice lawn.
What do you do?
Weeks later.
You are on the road, and the driver overtakes smiling as they go by.
At full speed, you drive up close, pushing them onto the opposite road, knowing it will take
them miles from this direction before a turn off.
In the food store the customer is still making themselves
heard, never satisfied and clock watching. They do this every week.
You push them into their trolly, and hurl it from one
end of the store to the other, watching it bump into a stack of baked beans.
Home at last! But the gang are there! With your magic whistle from the glove
compartment you blow, this alerts nearly every dog in the street, which confuses the gang who
ride off followed by the snarling pack not far behind them.
(Or do we just do nothing, for fear that these people will retaliate,
if we meet them again, but the circle of intolerance has not ended! )


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