I went down to do the shopping today. I pulled into the car park and went into the store. As I was waiting in line at the check-out, a guy walked in. He was a
BIG boy. He was walking with the aid of not one, but two walking sticks - and none too steadily I may add. Anyway, I paid for the groceries and was in the car when he came out.
He proceeded to go 'A over T' just outside the door and in front of my car. Being the good samaritan I sometimes am, I got out and tried to help him up. While he wasn't exactly rude, he shrugged me off with a 'Get out of it mate - I can manage'. OK, well I can take a hint as well as the next person.
I got back into the car and watched as he told another person to 'bugger off' this time. He finally managed to struggle to his feet and hobble off to his mode of transport.
You know what it was?
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A Harley V-Rod. I continued to watch as he tied his sticks on the back and roar out of the car park.
I just sat there with my mouth open.
I was somewhat gob-smacked.
