A contribution from fellow long suffering communter Dirk is long overdue; heres the first of a number that are backed up:
There are an infinite number of ways to get my goat these days, and two of my most excitable ones were so peeved by what I witnessed today that they broke free of the leash and leapt the fence separating the two station car-parks.
To the bald man with the Musto back-pack who parked his white Volvo behind me this morning at the station…shame on you. It was the flash of gobby whiteness in my peripheral vision that first caught my attention and I was quietly fuming at this in my wing-mirror when I witnessed him hold open the door, have a quick check around to see if anybody was looking and then reach inside and pull out an empty can of coke, some crisp packets and random packaging. All this he chucked out onto the tarmac before kicking the whole lot under his car. I have no doubt that this is a regular occurrence, this is how people like him clean their cars and since I already had reason to hate him I decided to prove that I’d clocked his behaviour by giving a hoot on my horn.
His furtiveness betrayed the fact that he did at least realise that what he was doing was antisocial so It was hardly a confrontation and several leagues short of making a citizen’s arrest but I did at least provoke a staring contest which I subsequently won, for as he rounded the back of the car still scowling at me he clipped his knee quite sharply on the bumper. As Louis L’Amour was wont to say, “Victory is won not in miles but in inches”.
He gave me that inch and I took a mile.