Seeing red?

Sensible_Jess

I was driving in London last week and realised a little late I needed to be in a lane to my right. It was one of the roundabouts with traffic lights on it, so not time to filter between cars easily. I ended up slightly over in one lane waiting for the lights to go green. A white van squeezed past on my left, with the driver giving me a lot of verbals and the two-fingered salute. :eek:
Normally this behaviour would have brought the red mist down but instead I just felt 'yeah, I've arrived in London!':rotfl:

aileth

The thing that brought the mist down this time I think is that he made absolutely no indication that he wanted to be in front of me, just pulled out and almost hit me!

And then 5 seconds down the road, he swapped lane again as my lane wasn't the right one!! You could say maybe he didn't know the road, but the van had a company name on it from my city in the local area!!!

ostrichnomore_2

Yes, there have been a few occasions when the red mist hits me and I can't control myself, and I usually end up feeling very ashamed of myself afterwards. It hasn't happened often, but I always regret it. Even at the time I'm thinking 'stop, you'll regret this' but I just can't get control back until I've let it all out!:o

Last time was last summer when I was feeling very upset over a couple of big awful things that happened. Kids in the street seem to think our house and garden are a playground for them. Normally I just ask them to move on ok and they do. That day I pulled myself together and sat in garden for a few minutes peace and quiet and fresh air (I'd been crying all morning). For some reason kids decided to pick that day to wind me up instead of moving on. Football flew into garden followed by kids just running in to get it without asking 5 times. Asked them to stay out. Then they played footie using my garden fence as a wall and made terrible noise. Asked them to move away. Then started banging on fence with stuff and shouting to make even more noise. I went and gave them the 'mum look' and they moved off. One again ran in garden and got told to !!!! off! (oops). Then again kicking the ball against my fence triggered a massive explosion in the middle of the street, me yelling at them to 'shut up you brats' and a mother coming to talk to me over all this and my going into complete meltdown with extremely colourful language at her.

Really tiny street, nice neighbours, normally nice kids just a bit free and easy about our garden (can't stop access from street for reasons too complicated to go into) and felt really embarrassed the next day.Wanted to apologise at least for the way I'd sent the air blue around small children and explain that I was already upset and that was why I'd overreacted. But then thought 'sod em'. Got to say word got around and not one single kid has set foot in our garden since! I'm probably the big bad witch of the whole street (which I think is a bit unfair) but at least I've got my peace and quiet now.

geoffky

!!!!!!-heads braking on empty roundabouts does the same to me...It makes my blood boil that people can not control a car on a approach to a roundabout......

Janepig

geoffky wrote: »

!!!!!!-heads braking on empty roundabouts does the same to me...It makes my blood boil that people can not control a car on a approach to a roundabout......

Oh god that winds me up a treat as well. People who have to slow to a near stop even though they can see that their way through is clear. Arrrrggghhhhh.

Jx

Ronaldo_Mconaldo

Surely he had his mobile number plastered across the side of his van, you should have calmed down, waited until you got home, blocked your caller ID on your phone and called him up to give him your opinion.

valk_scot

Last red mist moment? When I looked out the back window and saw a gang of 11-12 year olds of both sexes pulling up the plants in my elderly neighbour's garden and throwing them at her windows and front door. I went storming out and, as DS said later, folk could probably hear me at the other side of town. The little neds scattered as if they'd been electrocuted and two of them backed into and fell over neighbour's small wall so I had them cornered, lol. Of course I'd never lay a hand on a child and my ranting is more of the "What is this DISGUSTING behaviour??!!??" type rather than abusive or threats, but I am very, very loud when I get going. Which I did. They've never been back. I'm not known as that scarey old bat at No && for nothing, lol.

marisco_2

I was once such a laid back driver, nothing phased me or got me wound up with the way others drove. I had never experienced the red mist feelings whilst in my car, till I started driving in London.

You get some total fools up there, willing to cut you up to gain 10 foot in a jam. Years ago I was driving my sister and her new Turkish boyfriend across town one weekend to their new flat, when this man in an old banger seriously cut me up and almost wrote off my new car.

I didn't swear as I had my young son travelling with me, however a few choice phrases were uttered and some hand getsures were thrown in for good measure.

You have got to love language barriers. Unbeknown to me at the time, my sisters boyfriend thought that I had recognised a friend and was gesturing to get his attention and saying hello to him. He worked as a designer in the fashion industry in the East End. It got back to me via my sister that her boyfriend had used some of these phrases and gestures to try and attract the attention of one of his work mates a few days later. With no idea about how rude he was being. Almost ending up with getting himself fired :doh:

Takeaway_Addict

Mama_Lucas wrote: »

Unfortunately for me it descends once a month!!
My hubby usually takes the worst hit! I always feel shocked and embarrassed after I've had my tantrum, even more so when I have to apologize!
The worst I've ever done is throw a saucepan at him. He's got good reflexes and managed to dodge it, the wall behind him wasn't so lucky. :eek:

A bloke does anything like this and he would be hung drawn and quatered....

tayforth

marisco wrote: »

I was once such a laid back driver, nothing phased me or got me wound up with the way others drove. I had never experienced the red mist feelings whilst in my car, till I started driving in London.

You get some total fools up there, willing to cut you up to gain 10 foot in a jam. Years ago I was driving my sister and her new Turkish boyfriend across town one weekend to their new flat, when this man in an old banger seriously cut me up and almost wrote off my new car.

I didn't swear as I had my young son travelling with me, however a few choice phrases were uttered and some hand getsures were thrown in for good meaure.

You have got to love language barriers. Unbeknown to me at the time, my sisters boyfriend thought that I had recognised a friend and was gesturing to get his attention and saying hello to him. He worked as a designer in the fashion industry in the East End. It got back to me via my sister that her boyfriend had used some of these phrases and gestures to try and attract the attention of one of his work mates a few days later. With no idea about how rude he was being. Almost ending up with getting himself fired :doh:

:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

Takeaway_Addict wrote: »

A bloke does anything like this and he would be hung drawn and quatered....

I wouldn't condone such behaviour from men or women...