Sorry Trials-Forum, but I needed somewhere to release my anger.
It was a standard Saturday morning; at least that's what I thought. I woke up to the depressing sound of my alarm, which I managed to snooze four times.
Already late for work, I swiftly got out of bed and scrabbled to the bathroom; being extra careful not to wake the wife up, to my despair I realised I was out of toothpaste.
I quickly got dressed to go to the shop to grab a tube of pearl drops. As I walked down my path to the street where my car is parked I noticed my front near side tyre was down.
I got out the car lighter air compressor and began to inflate the tyre, not realising how much noise I was making. I finally got the tyre inflated, and drove down to the supermarket. I grabbed a tube of toothpaste and made a swift exit after paying of course. As I got bad to the house I unlocked the front door to me greeted by the Mrs, with a face like thunder, she then went on to give me an earful of how much of an inconsiderate ar*ehole I am for waking her up after she had been on a night shift, I ran up to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and then made a dash to downstairs and out of the door, apologizing to Sue on the way out.
Without time for breakfast or a cuppa I set off for my drive to work. 45 minutes into my journey down the A1 I found myself stuck behind a guy in an brand new Audi A6 who was hogging the middle lane, I flashed him to move out of the way as he was driving at 60MPH on a 70 road, yet he carried on in the middle lane. I spied a break in the traffic and pulled into the right hand lane for the over take, as I got beside him, I was confronted my the fattest bloke I've ever had the pleasure to set eyes on, he then turned to face me and made an inappropriate hand gesture before flooring it. I pulled back into the middle lane and the Audi slowed back down to 60MPH and proceeded to brake check me . I don't cope well in situations like this. All my anger boiled up so I tail gated him and then down shifted and when for the overtake once again. As I got beside him, the d*ckhead floored it again so I pulled back into the middle lane and he had slowed down to 60MPH. This kept happening for 15 Miles until exited onto the M18 to my delight!
Anyway I managed to get to work only 15 minutes late and the rest of the day went considerably well until I got back home.
I walked through the front door and into the living room, and turned on my laptop to submit my work. To my disbelief the laptop wouldn't turn on. I took the laptop to a computer shop to get looked at, where he told me it was time for a new one! Anyway I managed to borrow a laptop from my nephew and started to submit my work, as I got to the last load of information to submit the software crashed and had to do the lot all over again!
My day was bad!