Road Rage.

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Road Rage

Here we go again.  Its Friday night and I am in my usual place, the supermarket.  After a hard week at work the last place I want to be is Tescos.  Why should I have to do it anyway?  Well according to my family it’s my job.  My mood was not improved by the way that the trolley had developed a mind of it’s own.  I struggled to steer it across the car park to my car.  I popped the boot and heaved the heavy shopping inside.  I was so fed up by this time that I could not be bothered to return my trolley to the trolley park.  Instead with determined defiance I parked it in the space next to my car.  If I was to be inconvenienced then so were other people.

I sat in the car and turned on the engine.  I continued to sit for a few minutes listening to the purring of the engine and trying to relax.  I remembered that I had a new classical CD in the glove box so I reached over retrieved it and put it in the stereo.  As the music started I took some deep breaths and made a conscious effort to calm myself down.

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I looked around the car park.  It had grown quite dark by now.  The front of the supermarket was illuminated and casting a gloomy light over the rest of the car park.  I flicked on the headlights and snapped the seatbelt into place.  I reversed the car out of the space and drove to the entrance.  I felt good now.  My Friday night ordeal was almost over and I was looking forward to opening the nice bottle of white wine that I had in the boot when I got in.

I pulled out onto the dual carriage way ...

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