For some strange reason, I’ve been having interesting ideas about girls driving white vans. I’m picturing a young lady hiring such a vehice for a weekend. Not your usual white van driver, by any stretch of the imagination: rather, an educated girl – moving materials for some event, let’s say.
Her driving technique would quickly adapt to her vehicle: she’d cut up a more patient driver en route, waving the rudest of gestures in his direction. Unfortunately for her, she’d subsequently find that said gentleman was attending the same event. She’d therefore find herself being bared for a sound spanking in front of the other guests; her return journey would be far more sedate – and uncomfortable.
My husband would love to do exactly that to every woman driver he encounters doing something silly on the road.
Luckily, I am an excellent driver. 😉
Why do I have a strange feeling I know EXACTLY who Abel is talking about? Not me either I might add!
And she didn’t even recognize the patient driver of the second car? I can guess who that is 😀
Hermione – this is rather more a case of wishful crystal-ball-gazing than of remembrance of times past…
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I was initially shocked at the terrible behaviour of the white van girl, but actually, on reflection, I’m inclined to think that if the “patient” driver is perhaps a bit old, and a bit slow, and perhaps daydreaming at the wheel (as perhaps we can infer from the above that he is wont to do) then perhaps her behaviour is altogether justifiable and her punishment is over-harsh and under-fair…
(Goodness me, I need to learn how the emoticons on your blog work!)