Well, I say this because earlier today when driving into teeside park I was indicating to change lane and the car just behind me in the lane I wanted to be in speeded up to stop me. This happened twice in total, but I eventually got in front of the car. We came to a roundabout, no cars around at all. I stopped, blocking the car behind me, I could see her swearing at me while beeping her horn in anger. I only moved off when she reversed to try and get in the other lane to get past me.
How happy was I when I noticed she was stopped into the garage to get fuel as well. I only half filled my car then ran into the kiosk. Picked up the racing post and waited a few minutes till she was about to enter and went to the one cashier that was working. I handed over my fuel card and had a pen ready to sign the receipt but I never pressed the button and I preceded to pretend I had no ink in the pen. The cashier gave me a pen then asked what is the mileage, I made some small talk that I would forget me head if it was not screwed on and that I always dial it into my phone. I then fumble around my pockets for a bit till I pull my phone out. I never dialed it at all, of course I knew the mileage.
The fuel taken care of, I offer up the racing post then pretend to look for the coins in my pockets ( I was wearing a suit ) I made more small talk of saying " Its always the last pocket I check " I could hear the woman behind swear beneath her breath. I offer up the cash in the end then decide I wanted to do the Euro millions. I start the looking in pockets routine again then decide to pay by card. I put the wrong number in on purpose just to drag the torture on for a bit longer. I leave by smiling at the lady that I have held up for a few mins, if looks could have killed I would not be typing this right now.
How happy was I when I noticed she was stopped into the garage to get fuel as well. I only half filled my car then ran into the kiosk. Picked up the racing post and waited a few minutes till she was about to enter and went to the one cashier that was working. I handed over my fuel card and had a pen ready to sign the receipt but I never pressed the button and I preceded to pretend I had no ink in the pen. The cashier gave me a pen then asked what is the mileage, I made some small talk that I would forget me head if it was not screwed on and that I always dial it into my phone. I then fumble around my pockets for a bit till I pull my phone out. I never dialed it at all, of course I knew the mileage.
The fuel taken care of, I offer up the racing post then pretend to look for the coins in my pockets ( I was wearing a suit ) I made more small talk of saying " Its always the last pocket I check " I could hear the woman behind swear beneath her breath. I offer up the cash in the end then decide I wanted to do the Euro millions. I start the looking in pockets routine again then decide to pay by card. I put the wrong number in on purpose just to drag the torture on for a bit longer. I leave by smiling at the lady that I have held up for a few mins, if looks could have killed I would not be typing this right now.
