Last night in a queue of traffic in Tooting Broadway, I was pipped by a truck driver behind. He was blocking the turn into a side road, which was holding up the traffic coming the other way, and I guess he wanted to get out of the way.
Fair enough. I'd left a bit of a gap in front of me to the next car, so I moved up.
One metre.
The truck was still blocking the way. And, after we'd moved off, the next time he stopped, he was blocking
another turn