Pumped Up

“Get out the effing way,” yelled the man at the filling station.

“But this first pump is the only one with E5 for my old car.”

“Well, you are holding me up, you stupid woman.”

My New Year’s resolution was not to get wound up.

“I will effing well block you in then,” he bellowed, swinging his monster 4x4 over the high kerb and bumping down in front of me.

He hadn’t seen the plank with protruding nails dropped from the truck in front.

The loud hiss from his tyres sounded sweet as I blew him a kiss and reversed away.