Tell us a story — fiction or non-fiction — with a twist we can’t see coming.
This has a sort of a twist I suppose. I thought of this incident (which happened many, many moons ago) the minute I read the prompt. Picture me as a little girl, sitting in the back of my biological fathers car. Those who have read my blog for sometime will know that my rating of my biological father is not very high.
Anyway, we were going through the very busy city centre of Pretoria. Suddenly Father blasts the hooter/horn and then leans over and opens the front passenger window, whilst still in transit, he starts shouting and swearing like an uncouth asshole a highly peeved person at the driver in the car next to him, ironically telling the neighbouring driver what an asshole he is…and whilst doing that, father smashes into the car in front of him.
Talk about me having to control my emotions. I had to keep a straight face whilst wanting to burst with laughter at the whole situation 🙂
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Great Story Michelle! 🙂
Thanks Marty and a true one too 🙂
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Good one, he must have felt a right Charlie!
He probably did, but of course it was all the other guys fault 🙂
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From what you’ve said about him, sounds like a perfect story to illustrate the father!
Absolutely, El. My thoughts don’t go there much anymore except for today, but at least it was a funny one 🙂
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The term “poetic justice” come quickly to mind…..
Its most certainly does fit, Al 🙂
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Oh I’ve wondered how this hasn’t happened to more people… great story…
You’re right, Bulldog, it should have happened much more from what I’ve seen on the roads.
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Lovely pic that.
As for the father acting like an arse – at least you can still laugh about that incident all these years later. Never too late to laugh at stupid people 😉
Yep, so true, ghiatjie 🙂
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hehe, always good to remember times like that and get that ‘good feeling’ (if you know what I mean) 😆 Great post hon! 😀 *hugs*
I do know what you mean, Sonel 🙂
Thanks so much.
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Instant karma, or poetic justice! Of course, I suppose he said it was the fault of the driver next to him for distracting him, or the one in front for stopping?
Yep, that is exactly so.
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Yeah Karma shes a beeetch LOL
True Story
When I was a child I remember my Dad stopping at the traffic lights on the foreshore, it was a hot summers day before aircons and security concerns. The passenger in the car alongside was eating a donut. Father says “Hey that looks good, how about a bite” and the chap hands him the donut throught the open window, father takes a bite, hands it back and says “thanks”. The traffic light goes green and off we drive. My poor mother was so embarrassed but I thought it a bit of a hoot at the time.
That is such a great story, Optie, thanks for sharing! I love it. What a nice memory.
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my, my . . . 😉
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