So i was driving home with my dad on Saturday evening along the A13 when a car cuts me up REAL bad. I horned at the driver, and then i see a black fella in the back wind down the window and stick his middle-finger up at me. Fine. So we carry on driving and the guy moves back into the left lane and is waiting for me to drive past with his window fully down, no doubt waiting to send another finger my way.
But he exits before us and as he pulls off the A13 he looks back at me and i signal with my finger and thumb that he's a small person, so he makes this aggressive face, and starts shouting at me, then before i know it my dad is waving his fist at him and shouting "pole axe! pole axe!"
"Pole axe?" What does that mean? And then suddenly it dawns on me... my dad was saying "boll****s, boll****s!"
LOL.
In other news, Bilal Philips will be doing a talk at Regents Park Mosque next weekend insha'Allah. I'm looking forward to going there because its been ages since i saw him.
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I used to drive 25 miles or so, meaning about 45 mins in the morning, and 1 hour in the afternoon depending on traffic, to and back from a place I worked at for 4 years. Alhamdulillah, I can't be thankful enough that's behind me. I used to be the nice guy agressive driver. You know, the one who doesn't cut you off, but still is working his way through the lanes as he gets far ahead, but still signals and waves his hand to those who do a favor.
There was this one time I had to merge after a tollway. There were two columns of cars merging into one lane. I was in my place in line, but this guy driving a 4x4 truck decided because he has a big truck, he should get the whole lane. Me, being stubborn because I know I'm going to be sitting in bad traffic, keep up with him to ensure my place in line, until our cars are almost touching, while he does his best to push me out of the lane into the shoulder. Finally, he rolls down his window, and starts to yell obscenities at me. I just smile back. He spits at my car, over his wife sitting in the passenger seat. His daughter was sitting in the back. I'm not sure if the spit fell on to his wife, but at that point I backed off. I've had a couple of situations like that and one time a guy told me to get out of my car so we could fight.
Now I drive real leisurely like, and enjoy driving, where I used to hate it before. Alhamdulillah.
Btw, I can't imagine what obscenity you've blanked out. But that's alhamdulillah too :P
Thats crazy stuff man. Mind you, we went through a period in the UK when road-rage was being reported in lots of newspapers - we even had people being killed in road-rage incidents!
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