I was once driving a John deere 3640 with a 6 furr reversible plough hanging off the back. Been ploughing all day, heading back to the stackyard to park up. Tootling down the road, check mirror, see a car behind... Indicator on to turn left, start to turn in the yard and Where's the car? Yeah... Trying to overtake. Silly bint hadn't worked out when the front of the tractor went left, the plough went right.
Made a right mess, straight across the bonnet, smashed the windscreen... Her fault entirely, and it took the bacon to get her to realise it.
Today I took Mrs Big Sandy to the dentist. Went in the camper (she can't get in the Landy with ease... And, yes, I drive a motorhome, but I know what mirrors are for etc.). So driving the single track, got about 3 miles from home and there's a car coming the other way who has to go into the passing place on his side of the road, mind.
Twat is sat in the seat giving me the fingers (motorhome, see) so I stopped and blocked him in. Get out.
"What you giving me the fingers for?"
"You fucking tourists....."
"Stop right there. Where do you live?"
"Helmsdale!"
"Okay. So youre further from home than I am, you fucking tourist! I'm only 3 miles from home."
Made the cunt apologise anyway.