So just back from doctors. I pulled up into a space and sat and txt the missis.
Up pulls mr barry boy in his 318 bmw with tints and M3 wheels, opens door and crunch car park ding on the vee.
I am not a violent person, but im not small. I stepped out of the vee and stared at him and his mate as they walked into the doctors and he just srugged his shoulders.
I followed booked in and sat opposite them, my eyes locked on him and his mate. they wouldnt look at me when they realised what i was doing.
I really felt like punching the f*** out of him, but then where would that have got me... NO where.
It really grinds my gears the lack of respect people have for others possesions. i got the reg number, never know it may be passed on to people that are less considerate than me.
Iam the opposite of my name right now NO more am i a jolly relaxed person