I was compelled to bring my car to a sudden sideways stop to block the ars*hole behind me from driving past before I'd made my point. I had to drive right by three viable spaces because this idiot wouldn't give me a spare centimetre between the last traffic lights and my street.
I had my Visa card on the dashboard which my son snatched up and stomped off with. Apparently it's "embarrassing" to rush from your own car with a cigarette in your mouth while trying to open someone else's car door and telling them what a fu**ing a**ehole they are. This bas*ard of a driver managed to lock his door before I dragged him out by his blow dry.
I'd cancel the card but it'll take days to get a replacement.
I've just taken a look at myself in my long hallway mirror and I do look excellent with my new shorter (and slightly messy) Maitlis hair, with dark root dyed in. Black silk woven blazer (sleeves rolled up to display my tan, gold Boucheron watch and solid gold bangle - all glinting in the sunlight), black vest, charcoal jeans, red Converse high tops. Big Versace sunglasses in the Tupac style. At least that's something. I'll look good on his dash cam.