BTW Lane Bryant OMG thank you, I nearly choked when I bought some size 1 jeans 2 weeks ago, I positively skipped out the store

Keep kickin’ ass back in Blighty, that used to be me on the M1/A1 abusing white van drivers at will!

But it has taken me 32 years to get to this point, and I’m not sure that I recommend it because whilst I would never hit anyone myself it is quite possible that one of these days I’ll give the wrong person a piece of my mind and get thumped. I am quite sure you did not overreact, Karen. And also, Joanie, if you sit in your car and ignore them that gets ‘em good and riled up too so actually clamming up IS girlpower.

I’ve just suddenly remembered this time a few years ago when the Chairwoman and I were in our car waiting to turn right and go down the back of St Pancras station towards Kentish Town, and the car died right there at the traffic lights, in rush hour, with a queue of traffic behind us. I was wearing a skirt suit because I’d come from work, and I got out to push the car but I couldn’t move it - it was a Volvo Estate.

The taxi driver behind me decided that, rather than, say, getting out and helping me push the car so that he and everyone else could be on their way, he would encourage me in my attempts to push a Volvo Estate single-handedly by laying his hand on the horn and screaming “GET YOUR CAR OUT THE FUCKING WAY YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH, THE LIGHT IS GREEN”, because obviously the problem was that we hadn’t noticed that the lights had changed. I just lost it completely, which is quite unlike me, because although I might “smart off” I always do it quietly and calmly and I never raise my voice.

Anyway, I stopped trying to push the car, stormed over to his window, put my face about an inch from his and screamed “WE’VE BROKEN DOWN YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD, ARE YOU BLIND OR WHAT?” At which point he stopped talking, which was good, although neither he nor the three male passengers in his cab thought of getting out to help us push the car. But three blokes who’d been watching from the pavement were in absolute hysterics and they came over to help us, apparently because they thought I’d earned it. The older one was in absolute hysterics. He kept saying in this really strong Jamaican accent, “I love it! He beep his horn and you tell him to fuck off! You show no fear! I LOVE IT!”

Can I just make it clear that I am NOT recommending this as an approach to road rage mediation? Seriously?

Unfortunately, I am the type to clam up and get upset - I wish I’d had your balls (so to speak). Next time I’ll remember a bit of girlpower!

Well done for getting POTW

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