“Jesus Christ…..what the fuck do you think you were doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“You fucking cut right across me. Are you aware of the rules of the road at a roundabout?”
“Well, eh, what do you mean?”
“Not only are the lanes entering the roundabout clearly marked, you were in the wrong lane on the roundabout to make the manoeuvre you made.”
“Well, eh, what do you mean?”
“You cut right across in front of me — i should have let you hit me. You’d have been in for it then. Actually would you like me to ring the police?”
“No, you’re grand. Listen, i got a fair in the car, I dont want any trouble.”
“Too late for that. You were driving very carelessly.”
“Okay, I understand now. I didn’t realise.” He walks back to his car.
“Do I not even get a fuckin apology?”
He turns. “Ye what?” And start walking towards me.
“I said do i not even get a fuckin apology?”
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay. But i have your plate number and I’m still reporting you.”
Ladies and gentlemen, that was lesson one on how to get an apology out of a fuckin moronic, ignorant taxi driver.
Ohsitdown, please 