The Slowcoach
Taking the wilfully slow, early morning train to 12k-ville. No time.
500 yards from home I was almost run over by a pair of young men in a bright red Vauxhall. They honked their horn - as if crossing the road was a crime - so I stopped and politely told them; A. What I thought their Mother's profession was. And B. That they should consider employing her services as many other people already have. Then I realised they were going the same way as me in a car...That 500 yards has never been run so fast.
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