I was proceeding up Watery Lane with an againsterly, when the driver of a Small Red Hatchback stopped up ahead, indicating right to turn into a driveway, and waited far too long for me to pass. As I came alongside, the driver (a middle-aged woman with two small children in the back, so more motorised moron than oik) decided to give me a lecture about how I should be wearing hi-vis:
"Every time I see you you're..."
"Every time you see me, you've *seen me*"
"That's not the point, you should wear hi-vis"
"I've been riding this for 37000 miles
[1], and I've never had a driver who was actually looking fail to see me."
"I don't care, you should wear hi-vis!"
"It's daylight! You don't have your lights on."
"YOUR
[2] MENTAL!"
*I cycle off*
*time passes*
*I remember that I'm wearing my Altura Night Vision jacket*
[1] Odometer rolled past this on the previous ride.
[2] That's what it sounded like, anyway.