Coming back from Inversnecky I stopped at a garage for fuel. The fuel strike was getting folk worried so some garages had ran dry. I stopped at one on the internal dual carriageway. It was chocca so i got in without leaving my arse on the inside lane. a prat who wanted in started peeping his horn for me to move up I couldn't so he cut in front of me and slammed his brakes on in the forecourt swerving like a prat. then the car behind slammed into his rear Fecing brilliant I rolled my window down and laughed my head off.

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