Hired a nice Vauxhall Vectra estate to drive to Scotland once....
...halfway up we stopped at a service station to relieve our bladders. Once done, we hopped back in the car and hit the motorway again, driving through some rough weather on our way to Gretna (to my wedding of all things).

About an hour later me sister starts shouting about there being something else in the car. She makes me stop in a service station and lo and behold I'm forced to look under the driver seat from the backseat.

I glance under it and go "Uh?" just as a sparrow looks back at me and goes "Uh?".

Cue 4 grown adults standing in almost horizontal torrential rain in a carpark somewhere outside Birmingham trying to coax a fucking sparrow out of the car for 1/2 a fucking hour. No idea if the poor bugger found his way home afterwards though, most probs swam it.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 14:12, 1 reply)

and there was me thinking
this was gonna be one of those "mistaken-identity" car stories.

this is mcuh better.
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 14:21, closed)