En route home, came to the off-road farm track which I sometimes use. The sign says 'No motor vehicles 0700-1000, 1600-1900,' with an exception for agricultural vehicles. It's a rat run, of course - but it is a real farm track, and a real farmer uses it. It's about 1755.
So... entering the lane were a private hire taxi, a Vauxhall
Ugly Agila in a nasty shade of green, and myself. Round the turn we go and... oh dear. There appears to be a hyooge tractor, with spikes and gore and all sorts of evil
things hanging off it, heading towards us. I can see it's a hiding to nothing, the lane is narrow at that point, so I whip round and head back out to the wider section (a three way junction) to await the reversing cars and the tractor.
Pause.
Ok, here's the taxi, happy chap with a big grin on his face. He reverses past me (I'm standing in a gateway) and around the corner out of the way. He leans out of his side window and shouts to me "She won't reverse out!"
Me: "Whut...?"
Cue ten minutes of audible heated argument from up the road. A VW beetle arrives and we wave the driver off - he goes back to the road and disappears. A 4X4 turns up, we stop him too, and give him the glad tidings. I can now see the vehicles backed up behind the tractor - at least three or four cars and a van. Ho hum.
Pause.
Sounds of reversing car. Angry shouting. Vauxhall Ugly reverses out, followed by tractor and comet-tail of cars and vans, with a woman hanging out of the window
whilst reversing and shouting abuse at the tractor driver. Her teenage son is in the passenger seat joining in. We're all laughing like drains, which for some reason makes her even angrier.
It seems a shame that someone gifted with such an anger management problem should also be blessed with so little brain that
a. She doesn't know that she had no right to be on that bit of road in the first place, and
b. She has terrible taste in cars.
The taxi driver looked over to me and said "Who does she think she is, Cruella De Vil...?"
Sadly, I was so engrossed in the whole spectacle that I clean forgot to take pictures, although that may be a good thing, as I think that might have made her head explode.
