Part 3
The scrawny little man who I vaguely remembered saying his name was Paul stepped closer to me and extended his arm for a handshake.
"you've got to be kidding?" I said and turned around to my car.
"up yours to then!" he yelled and spun on his heels.
"HEY!" I called out after turning to face him
"what!"
"don't be so rude u little arsehole!"
"ME! No no no! I tried being polite� I tried introducing myself but miss "you've got to be kidding" decided to shrug me off� I should report you for driving without a license� DRUNK!"
"Fuck you!"
"NO THANKS!" He shouted and walked away.
"YOU'RE NOT LUCKY ENOUGH TO FUCK ME ANYWAY!" I called after him� the little bastard� how dare he abuse me like that!!! I was well and truly insulted� stupid pathetic brainless hairy midget.
I dated a midget once� we use to have showers together and I would stand over him with my legs�. Ummm.. never mind� anyway THE BASTARD!
Pissed off, I hopped into my car, spent 5 minutes trying to find the ignition and started down the side walk on my way home. Some old man spend half an hour crossing the road� just because it was a zebra crossing doesn't mean he has the right to take all day!
But anyway I got home� polished off my bottle of scotch and collapsed on the couch� stupid little man�
part 4