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Thursday, January 10, 2008
TAXI DRIVER IN DRIVING LIKE A TW&T SHOCKER: Late yesterday afternoon, while driving the girls home from town, we got rear-ended by a taxi (Combined, if you're interested) who had decided to spurt out of a side street into a non-existent gap in the stop-start traffic. No one was hurt and the car's only a wee bit dented, but I'm still, this morning, feeling a bit rattled. Mainly because, as I pointed out to the driver in a calm, measured, and non-shrill way, when you have your two small children in the back of the car, being driven into by some twonk* who is too stoopid to judge speed and distance even at crawling pace is a bit alarming.
Of course when Jack got home Becca promptly and gleefully informed him that Mummy had hit a police car. Heaven alone knows what she's telling them at crèche today, but I bet it's gonna be good. In the meantime, anyone know a good panelbeater in the northern suburbs?
*I may not have said twonk.
2 Comments:
Twonk is a good word. I can think of others. I'm so glad you and the girls are alright; I went cold when I first read what had happened.
I like Becca's version of event, though, I must say.
Thanks, hon. We're OK - I was mainly horrified by what amounts to, apart from the crumpled bumper, a near miss. Since the girls have come along I've always been a bit paranoid about people ploughing through the back the car and into them. And the way most Kiwis drive I am right to be paranoid. I mean, by and large we're an amiable lot but my word, put us behind the wheel and bam! instant arsehole.
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