This column is dedicated to the driver who almost ploughed into me recently.
Dear Big Car,
I was minding my own business, driving down a busy main road, when I saw you approaching the junction on the opposite side.
Something told me that you weren’t going to stop; a feeling most likely formed because of the way you sped towards the Give Way sign, without slowing down at all.
As you failed to stop at the junction, I felt sure you would at least look into the lane you were crossing.
I gave you the benefit of the doubt and thought surely you would give way as you reached the centre of the road.
Wrong again. Instead you just kept on coming; content – I imagine – that because you were driving such a huge car, you were entitled to take up as much road as you jolly well please.
I would like to thank you for almost careering into my car, because if you hadn’t, I’d never have had the opportunity of testing out my brakes and doing an emergency stop, right there in the middle of the main road.
Had you given way at the junction, I also wouldn’t have had the pleasure of knowing my dog’s car harness really does do its job.
OK, so she got quite a jolt and a fright, but what’s a traumatised dog when you need to get somewhere quick. Right?
I’d like to thank you for allowing me to test the power of my car horn.
Quite loud, isn’t it?
The only thing I’m sorry about is that you sped off so quickly that I didn’t have chance to test my eyesight on your number plate.
Still, I’m sure that wherever you had to go was so much more important.
I only hope that you got there safely, and without causing any more near misses to the other users of our county’s roads.
All the best,
The beeping woman in the little blue car.