Clare

I had today what probably counts as my first car crash with me at the wheel... oops.

No, actually it wasn't that bad - I was reversing out of a parking space and I turned to sharply, so I dinged the car next to mine with the front of my car. It wasn't a ding, strictly speaking, cos I only left a tiny mark, didn't even scrape off any paint, but it still gave me a helluva fright.

This only got worse when the man whose car it was saw what I did (he was just walking out to his car at the time) and went fuckin' Nato. He was a real wanker, and by that, I mean a really truly unpleasant man. I was pretty shook up, as you can imagine, and when he came over I just kinda babbled out how sorry I was, and he just cut me off and started yelling at me.

Luckily Dad was in the passenger seat so he hopped out of the car and did his best to deal with this stupid fuckin Holden driver, who was busy slagging me off, slagging Dad off, demanding our insurance details and our contact details and god knows what else. IT WAS A FUCKING MARK, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! IT WILL COME OFF WITH A WET CLOTH GET OVER IT YOU STUPID FUCK.

Dad was really good though, and managed not to lose his cool with the wanker, even when he came back over to me in the car and started yelling at me again. I wasn't quite as collected, and ended up bursting into tears just because I was trying *so* hard not to yell back.

But in the end we went off (Dad driving - I was a bit of a wreck) and went on to have a pretty decent afternoon. It was just my bad luck to have my first sort of collision with a complete and total asshat.

So FUCK YOU, stupid fucking red Holden driver. Go fuck yourself.