Some years ago, I was driving through Lambeth and was stuck behind an impossibly slow driver. Like, five km under the speed limit slow. I couldn't just change lanes due to traffic, so I had no recourse but to grin* and bear it until I could finally find an opportunity to pass. Needless to say, I had some choice words for this terrible driver, including, most notably, "what the hell is this clown doing?" out loud.
* = no pun intended, given the rest of this story
Finally, some room opened up in the other lane and I could pass the slow car. As I was driving by, I couldn't help but take a peek at the driver to put a face to my pain, and....it was an actual clown. Full makeup, green suit, everything. Maybe the slow speed was due to makeup running into his eyes or something? Who knows.
It's a good thing I don't suffer from road rage, since if I had confronted him, 15 other people would've come out of his car and kicked the hell out of me.
* = no pun intended, given the rest of this story
Finally, some room opened up in the other lane and I could pass the slow car. As I was driving by, I couldn't help but take a peek at the driver to put a face to my pain, and....it was an actual clown. Full makeup, green suit, everything. Maybe the slow speed was due to makeup running into his eyes or something? Who knows.
It's a good thing I don't suffer from road rage, since if I had confronted him, 15 other people would've come out of his car and kicked the hell out of me.
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