- Thu Jul 11, 2002 11:05 pm
#16361
Those people who jump out at traffic lights and wash your windscreen. Then, when you speed away they cling on to your wipers for dear life. You swerve from side to side but they're still there,the limpet-like twats.
You lean out and punch them repeatedly but even that doesn't dislodge them. You toss pound coins out of the window but they won't even get off for those.
Eventually, you stop thirty miles away and you have to give them a credit card which they swipe through one of those thingamajigs that give you a stenciled receipt. Then you agree to a direct debit for all your future payments. Then you have to drive them back to their original pitch and listen to their sad tales of family torture in Kosovo or wherever. And then you have to agree to marry their daughter because otherwise she'd be deported. And then she's really ugly with a big wart on her nose. And then she cuts your knackers off while drunk on turnip wine. It's a slippery slope.
You lean out and punch them repeatedly but even that doesn't dislodge them. You toss pound coins out of the window but they won't even get off for those.
Eventually, you stop thirty miles away and you have to give them a credit card which they swipe through one of those thingamajigs that give you a stenciled receipt. Then you agree to a direct debit for all your future payments. Then you have to drive them back to their original pitch and listen to their sad tales of family torture in Kosovo or wherever. And then you have to agree to marry their daughter because otherwise she'd be deported. And then she's really ugly with a big wart on her nose. And then she cuts your knackers off while drunk on turnip wine. It's a slippery slope.