I drove into the Asda car park after what seemed like a lifetime,
stuck behind loud and obnoxious United fans. What more could you
expect from the red devils? Now I know how they got that nickname.
Once past the front gates I was greeted by yet another hold up. Just
in front of me was a purple Renault Clio driven by an elderly man
accompanied by his wife. So after having to suffer with slow driving,
non-English speaking United fans, I now had to put up with an old man
way past his road expiry date further holding me up. A human being can
only take so much until they snap. I had snapped long ago. All the
rage that was bubbling up inside me was finally released on this poor
old pensioner. Simultaneously cussing and beeping in my effort to try
to speed up his driving. But he didn't respond. The N-reg car
continued to move at the same steady speed of 1mph. At least it's
moving I thought to myself. I spoke to soon. The car came to a halt.
He turned the keys in the ignition. The only reply he got was a tired
whirr of the engine. He turned the keys again, another drone. He
turned the keys again, another whine. After this a tired splutter from
the engine gave it away. The car was not working.
Me being the model citizen that I am, got out of the warmth of my car
and helped to push his conked out car. A few seconds ago I loathed
this old man and his car, but now I found myself feeling pity. I now
was able to get a closer look at his face. He had creases in every
corner of his face, grey bristles poking out of his chin, his face was
a pale white with red spots concentrated on his forehead. His face was
expressionless he didn't show a hint of relief that I was there to
help him. We continued to push the car without either of us opening
our mouths and meeting eyes.
please let him in? As he spoke, he kept looking over his shoulder at a car parked right
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It was a hot day, the sun smiled down on us while we walked up the concrete that was never-ending. I thought we were never going to find our car.
"Bye guys, be back soon!" I yelled, the front door already closed behind me and chocolate in my mouth. I hopped on my bike and rode as fast as I could down the drive way. Making a sharp turn at the corner, I glided swiftly on the sidewalk.