Thursday, 12 February 2009

Dented Pride!

Right, here's something I'm going to moan unceremoniously about because it's one of my pet hates and it really pisses me off.

To a lot of people, the modern car is little more than a way to get from A-B with the minimum of fuss in the fastest possible time. To others it's a part of them, connected to their soul, their pride and joy. falls into the latter category, you just ask my friends.

So, what I want to know is, why do some shitheads think it's okay to slam their car door into mine when trying to extricate their fat arses from their shitmobiles in car parks?. You know the gut wrenching feeling I'm talking about, right? The one where once there was a smooth unmarked body panel, now there is a panel with a dent in it. A special sort of dent that only shows up on very sunny days, or when your car is at it's cleanest. 

Mrs AB had this happen to her this morning in Tesco's in Watford. So, If the inbred who did this to her little black Fiesta leaving a large and expensive-to-repair dent is reading this right now, I wish you scurvy and impotence.

It might be a Bentley, or it might be banger but chances are it's someones pride and joy. So next time you need to squeeze your fat arse out of your car in a tightly packed car park, do the decent thing and do it gently. 

Is that too much to ask?

Rant over. Thank you.

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