To the builder's van who almost ran me and my family off the M11, the six-figure job I've been negotiating and planning with you for two months does not exist. Don't put your business number on your van if you're going to drive like a twat. Burner phones are easy to come by.

@fesshole
I once had a truck tailgating people (including me) and messing around on his phone while driving on the crowded-but-fast-moving Chicago tollway.

His company number was on the truck.

While he was on my butt, I had my husband dial the number. A lady answered. I told her what he was doing, where we were, and that he was WAY too close on my backside. I said I could see him on his phone in my mirror.

She asked me to stay on the phone a minute and put me on hold.

While she was gone, I saw his face go a bit pale. He put down the phone, and his truck backed WAAYY off.

She came back on the line.

"Is he still on the phone?" she asked.

"Nope," I replied. "Plus, he backed off nicely."

"Good," she said, genuinely appreciative. "THANK YOU for letting us know!" ๐Ÿ˜„

#Driving #DontTextAndDrive #OnTheRoad #CarsOnTheRoad #Chicago #BadDriver

@AnneTheWriter1 @fesshole A phone in the hand can satisfy three people at once!
@AnneTheWriter1 @fesshole When commuting on the Tokyo subways, my late wife would stare pointedly at the company lapel of pervs trying to feel her up in the crowded carriage. Same effect. (It wasn't always effective, of course, so she also carried knitting needles.)