Ok, so you've pulled out across the main road after misjudging my speed.
I've screeched to a halt, fishtailing slightly with the effort, and I look very cross but am patiently waiting.
You are blocking one side of the main road now as you look at me in wonder and decide what to do while pulling a face like you're going to cry.
The cars behind me are starting to rev ominously and I look even more cross.
Refusing to be rushed, you continue to sit in the road looking around you like a loon.
I break the silence:
'You've already f***ed it up mate, so move your f****** car!'
You drive into the petrol station, I shake my head in disbelief and we all get home eventually.