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Thought I'd share this incident that happened to me today, and welcome your anecdotes involving bampots.

I'd just finished a cycle with the local bike club and was waiting on my wife and kids outside a shopping centre, in my bike gear.

A silver Mitsubishi Shogun pulls in across three disabled spaces and a woman gets out the passenger side and enters the shops. The fat driver leaves his engine running and a few minutes go by. He then opens his window and throws a cup of tea out the window. I shook me head. He then drives right at me and says "What's your problem?".

Me : "Um... how about you're too lazy to park your car, stop your engine or put your cup in the bin?"

Him : "What's it to you? You specky prick."

Me : "Oh well done mate. Haven't been called specky since primary school."

Him : "I hope you have a strawberry floating heart attack you twat!"

Me : "Eh, I think we all know who's going to be first to have a heart attack mate!"

He continues to shout obscenities at me, which I ignore. My family arrive, I put my bike in my wife's car (rather than locking it outside the shops) and he drives off. However when we come out the shopping centre an hour or so later, he drives past again and beeps his horn. No idea what he's been doing in that time or why he's back in the carpark. Thankfully didn't notice any damage to our car.

The whole thing just left me mad all day. What a complete and utter prick he was. Bullying and starting trouble because someone dared react to his shitty behaviour.

Anyway, 'cool story bro', 'had to be there' etc...

Should have climbed onto the bonnet of his car and shat on the windscreen.

the-elbo wrote:Should have climbed onto the bonnet of his car and shat on the windscreen.

I approve of this.

Get yourself contact lenses.

That's the best example of running into a madman I can think of.

As for myself, I have too many. I seem to attract them.

That apostrophe is fantastic

TimeGhost wrote:That apostrophe is fantastic

TimeGhost wrote:Get yourself contact lenses.

I do have contact lenses but they dry out my eyes when cycling, then I have stabbing pains in my eyes for days afterwards.

TimeGhost wrote:Get yourself contact lenses.

Contact Lenses are the work of a Masochist. I'll wear my glasses any day.

You see a lot of nutters when you go on the train. For example running up and down the carridges chasing flies etc.

TimeGhost wrote:Get yourself contact lenses.

Yoshimi that's unfortunately just modern day Britain really isn't it :S we are increasingly becoming populated by utter idiots.

The other day I punched a short, fat mephedrone dealer in my living room. Next thing I know I'm being wrestled into an armchair and then onto the floor by everyone else in the living room and, while on the floor, I'm windmilling my feet up at him as he's trying to 'get' me. Then we get broken up. I go to my room, only to hear him and his friends' voices coming up the stairs so I pick up a hammer and wave it at him a bit.

I'm not sure which of us had the run-in with the nutter, to be honest. He is a belligerent, confrontational little pricked but I was clearly too impulsive.

Yeah, some nutters come in to my work. Police were called twice recently because of incidents where customers just went nuts (one setting fire to a bin, the other kicking a ticket machine off the wall).

I'm looking forward to getting public office training

~Earl Grey~ wrote:The other day I punched a short, fat mephedrone dealer in my living room. Next thing I know I'm being wrestled into an armchair and then onto the floor by everyone else in the living room and, while on the floor, I'm windmilling my feet up at him as he's trying to 'get' me. Then we get broken up. I go to my room, only to hear him and his friends' voices coming up the stairs so I pick up a hammer and wave it at him a bit.

I'm not sure which of us had the run-in with the nutter, to be honest. He is a belligerent, confrontational little pricked but I was clearly too impulsive.

Were you both high when this happened?

No, neither of us were. He, thanks to my vicious bitch flatmate, has got the idea I was snooping in his room to steal his stuff. His nasty little mate is using that as an excuse not to pay me tick he owes me. So things got a little heated when I confronted them in my living room over it. I had previously overheard this prick saying he wanted to spike me with ketamine and beat me when out of it, so I got a little jumpy when he aggressively got off the sofa and walked up to me. Now I've got the obligatory thinly-veiled threats disguised as Facebook statues, etc, to put up with.

I'd say you didn't get crazy enough in that case! strawberry floatin nightmare

I feel I have to tread carefully in that house. Everyone is on his side, it seems. I'll take a lot of crap but I feel my limit approaching. His shirt somehow got torn so I'll no doubt get him all up in my gooseberry fool over that soon enough. I am starting to want to hurt him...