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Dec. 11th, 2004 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zoetropeDriving in the car with my mother and grandmother today, on the way to lunch. As we tried to get along a narrow road called, ironically, Broad Lane, the traffic was being held up by an articulated lorry blocking pretty much everything.
No one could move and cars were queuing in both directions, full of families in big family cars, all steadfastly looking forward and being very British and not saying anything about the chaos being caused by the lorry. My mother, never a shrinking violet, began honking her horn. Violently.
The lorry driver, not to be outdone, began sounding his horn (not as impressive as it might have been, I must say), I'm assuming in a "fuck you I'm bigger than you" way rather than just in fellow horn-honking joy. My mother honked again. He honked back. In a very non-British way, people started staring.
Mum continued to honk her horn as we overtook. I shrank deep into my seat. He honked more. As we pulled past him and away, Mum wound down her window, stuck her arm out, and gave him the finger. Many people were giggling as we drove past.
It was a thing of poetry.
*g*
No one could move and cars were queuing in both directions, full of families in big family cars, all steadfastly looking forward and being very British and not saying anything about the chaos being caused by the lorry. My mother, never a shrinking violet, began honking her horn. Violently.
The lorry driver, not to be outdone, began sounding his horn (not as impressive as it might have been, I must say), I'm assuming in a "fuck you I'm bigger than you" way rather than just in fellow horn-honking joy. My mother honked again. He honked back. In a very non-British way, people started staring.
Mum continued to honk her horn as we overtook. I shrank deep into my seat. He honked more. As we pulled past him and away, Mum wound down her window, stuck her arm out, and gave him the finger. Many people were giggling as we drove past.
It was a thing of poetry.
*g*
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Date: 2004-12-11 12:08 pm (UTC)That is all
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Date: 2004-12-11 01:16 pm (UTC)My room faces onto a Broad Lane, and I'm serenaded daily by a torrent of honking (and sirens, and the occasional crunching of metal).
Uncanny!
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Date: 2004-12-11 01:19 pm (UTC)That would have been spooky!
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Date: 2004-12-11 06:00 pm (UTC)It's funny because in the driving manuals we're given when we're trying for our driving permit, there's this little bit that asks people to please, when gesturing to other drivers, use all fingers. And then it goes on to tell about how someone was tragically injured during a case of road rage when they were shot with a crossbow. (Honestly, I think that if they want to be taken seriously, they shouldn't have mentioned the crossbow.)
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Date: 2004-12-13 11:00 pm (UTC)