Highway to hell
The sun was blazing off the windscreens of passing cars, the sky was clear, the recycled air was awash with upbeat rock from the stereo - it was a good day to be driving on our fair nation's motorway system. Ahead of me was a coach, the large kind often used to ferry airport-goers and the elderly, in the middle lane. I was to its right in a gradual overtaking position, and looking ahead did spy what is I suppose a fairly familiar sight - a bunch of school kids leering out the back window and exercising their wrists in a vigorous manner designed to imply - quite correctly - that I was a wanker.
I'm an easy-going, devil-may-care kind of guy, but that glorious day I was having none of it. So, as I approached in my overtaking manoeuvre I extended my left arm - still keeping my eyes of the road of course - and delivered a steady and determined middle finger that Johnny Cash would have been proud of.
As I came up alongside the bus, I glanced upward at its steamed windows, to see a group of smiling children with Down's syndrome waving excitedly at me...

My attempt to morph my bird into a reciprocated wave was the epitome of pathetic-ness. Funny how wrong you can be with the sun in your eyes.
(Jimtastic, Thu 12 Jul 2012, 18:00, 2 replies)

I've known more than a few
that were capable of understanding the appropriate time and place for a well signed fuck off.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Thu 12 Jul 2012, 19:30, closed)

Looks Like I will be burning with you
Clicky for the giggles given
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Mon 16 Jul 2012, 0:58, closed)