Oh No... Oh No.... Oh No, no, no, no, no.
As I drove down the hill, watching for spaces in the parking area on the right, I slowed before the dentist, but then cancelled my indicator and moved further down, and past the dentist.
As I spotted another space a couple of doors down from the surgery, I looked in the mirror, spotted a silver car about 100 yards behind me, I signalled, moved to the middle of the road, and executed my manouver.
My front bonnet had almost reached the kerb when I heard the screetch of brakes. I turned to look out my side window and watched as in slow motion the bonnet of the silver car, although slowing was approaching, and not looking like it was going to stop.
The scream of the brakes were in my ear, and I watch in horror, thinking, "shit J, you aren't going to be able to fix this one"; I turned and looked in panic at my husband. My poor husband who I was being brave in taking to the dentist. "oh god", I thought, and turned to face the inevitable.
To my complete and utter relief, 3 inches, no more, from the door of the car, the silver motor stopped. I looked up at the driver who was no more than three feet away from me over the bonnet; he turned, looked at his mate, and threw the car into reverse and shot off.
These are the skid marks on the road.
These are the skid marks, on the left hand side of the road; the side if they had been driving properly were on the wrong side of the road. You can't see the kerb, but they are only 3 ft from the side.
What worries me is that they weren't even trying to over take me - they were trying to beat me down the road by driving on the opposite side; the side of the road people reverse blind into all day.
I stood for a moment and composed myself and the walked down into the town, and there they were, parked another 50 yards down the road outside the chippie.
Thanks lads. You nearly killed me for a bag of chips.
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