Tuesday, 18 April 2006

Wet Head

Guess what happened to me on the way to work today? It was a lovely sunny morning so I decided to drive to work with the top down on my new car - no finer feeling!!!

AsI drove into Kingston I was behind this lady (?) in a little hatchback, and she started to use her windscreen washer - then she carried on, and on, squirting water - and then it dawned on me as the water hit me on the head and face....oh my god - she's doing that on purpose!!! I found it really funny when I realised what she was doing. I asked my friend - Sharron - (honestly, that's her name!) who also drives a convertible and she said that it happens to her all the time!!!! Aren't people funny?!!!

6 comments:

  1. Surely you are used to this. Didn't people used to spit at you when you had the Merc???

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  2. Surely you are used to this. Didn't people used to spit at you when you had the Merc???

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  3. Oh My God - yes - I had completely forgotten about that - that revoltin horrid man on West Street who gossed in my face - yuch, uch, ..my word Christan you have an excellent memory!!!!

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  4. Oh My God - yes - I had completely forgotten about that - that revoltin horrid man on West Street who gossed in my face - yuch, uch, ..my word Christan you have an excellent memory!!!!

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  5. Ah, sweet memories.

    When I drove the furrier's van (FUR?!?! Well, it was 1973 and we weren't as PC. I'm sorry, OK?) I'd twist the washer jets so I could spritz people waiting at bus stops. Such fun - guess my mental age was about, oh, five.

    Darn those traffic lights though. Attercliff women won't hesitate to chase you down, open your van's doors, and yell things like, "I'll kill you, you little bleeder."

    How humiliating.

    Lovin' your bloggin' Tracy.

    Stephen x

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  6. Ah, sweet memories.

    When I drove the furrier's van (FUR?!?! Well, it was 1973 and we weren't as PC. I'm sorry, OK?) I'd twist the washer jets so I could spritz people waiting at bus stops. Such fun - guess my mental age was about, oh, five.

    Darn those traffic lights though. Attercliff women won't hesitate to chase you down, open your van's doors, and yell things like, "I'll kill you, you little bleeder."

    How humiliating.

    Lovin' your bloggin' Tracy.

    Stephen x

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