Steve Maskery
Established Member
There I was, sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when I heard an unpleasant noise outside. I went out to find my wing mirror in pieces all over the road. It regularly gets bent back but this time it was strewn across the road. Not a happy bunny.
But up the road I saw blue lights. The driver was following a police car, who saw it happen in their mirror. So I ran, yes, RAN (I can't remember the last time I could run), up the street to the police car.
"Is everything alright, Sir?"
"Not it's not!"
"I'll be with you in a minute, Sir."
I was fuming. I asked the driver they had pulled up if he knew what the speed limit was here. 30, he says. No it's not, it's 20. Nobody sees the signs.
I've lived here 35 years, it's not 20... blah, blah,blah.
So we walk to the 20 mph signs, he holds up his hands and promises to fix the problem.
Anyway, I have the details of the police officers, his name and house number, and a text message of an apology, which is an admission of guilt, I suppose.
I'm much better in the head now than I have been for years and then one episode like this and everything goes to pot in an instant.
And I've got a First Date tomorrow, the first for a very long time, which confirms my insanity.
So I am well naffed off that this has happened, but glad that the police officers were witnesses.
Life, eh?
But up the road I saw blue lights. The driver was following a police car, who saw it happen in their mirror. So I ran, yes, RAN (I can't remember the last time I could run), up the street to the police car.
"Is everything alright, Sir?"
"Not it's not!"
"I'll be with you in a minute, Sir."
I was fuming. I asked the driver they had pulled up if he knew what the speed limit was here. 30, he says. No it's not, it's 20. Nobody sees the signs.
I've lived here 35 years, it's not 20... blah, blah,blah.
So we walk to the 20 mph signs, he holds up his hands and promises to fix the problem.
Anyway, I have the details of the police officers, his name and house number, and a text message of an apology, which is an admission of guilt, I suppose.
I'm much better in the head now than I have been for years and then one episode like this and everything goes to pot in an instant.
And I've got a First Date tomorrow, the first for a very long time, which confirms my insanity.
So I am well naffed off that this has happened, but glad that the police officers were witnesses.
Life, eh?