Letter to the Man in the Audi
Dear Man in Audi,
The one who overtook me on a blind bend today, nearly causing a head-on collision. The one I hooted and flashed my lights at.
Yes, you.
You seemed a bit confused; shooting past me then slowing down to 20mph.
You were yelling at me via your mirror. I can’t lip read, though. Sorry about that.
But the cartoon-like effect of your swivelling head, wobbling mouth and eye balls rotating in opposite directions did make me grin.
And that’s quite a skill you’ve got there, operating the steering wheel by telekinesis, leaving both arms free to flap around in the manner of one with a wasps’ nest in each armpit.
Then there was the way you were frantically bouncing around in your seat, as if you’d just realised your bottom was involuntarily hosting a recently-ignited firework.
