brokencross
16-May-07, 18:43
Have You Seen This Family Near You?
There they are at the traffic lights in their flash "pimped" BMW, music blaring out; he sits as proud as punch in the driving seat, no seat belt on, smoking and on his hand held mobile phone!
She, her ladyship, also no seat belt on, lights up her ciggy, opens the car window and throws out the empty packet, just missing a child in a buggy. I've never seen the point of smoking and chewing gum at the same time....she must do!
Their lovely son of about 4 years old is stood, bouncing up and down in the gap between the two front seats, his baseball cap on backwards, routinely slapping the back of his dad's head, who retaliates with a friendly elbow to the lad's nose, which knocks him over.
Thank goodness they've only got the one child I think to myself. Oh but no, another head appears and stands up on the back seat looking out of the back window. The blond haired girl of about 6, with the face of an angel, smiles and gives me numerous, very courteous V signs, which I try to ignore. She then proceeds to try and pull the ears off a poor mutt which has just jumped up and put its head out the window, probably to get away from the cigarette smoke which fills the car.
The lights turn green, we set off, he turns right, should have known that because he wasn't indicating. The girl in the back seat falls over from the force and speed of his Formula 1 start. I turn right also, but he has disappeared into the middle distance, thank goodness.
About a mile on, I pull in for petrol, and oh no, there is the BMW topping up at the pump in front of me.
Her ladyship is still smoking and on her mobile phone slurping a soft drink.
Their two lovely children are playing tig, running round the car and all over the forecourt; that's when the lad is not kicking the dad's calf muscles.
Her ladyship has finished her gum and her bottled drink, both of which are surreptitiously dropped out of the car window, less than 2 metres from a bin. I can't describe the coloured language he used at his partner to get his wallet from the car and getting the angels back into the car. The dog doesn't want to get in, but a well aimed kick changes its mind.
He goes and pays for his fuel, then drives off........going out the "Entrance Only" bit of the garage.
Please tell me you have seen this family, or similar, and they do exist elsewhere and not just near where I live.
There they are at the traffic lights in their flash "pimped" BMW, music blaring out; he sits as proud as punch in the driving seat, no seat belt on, smoking and on his hand held mobile phone!
She, her ladyship, also no seat belt on, lights up her ciggy, opens the car window and throws out the empty packet, just missing a child in a buggy. I've never seen the point of smoking and chewing gum at the same time....she must do!
Their lovely son of about 4 years old is stood, bouncing up and down in the gap between the two front seats, his baseball cap on backwards, routinely slapping the back of his dad's head, who retaliates with a friendly elbow to the lad's nose, which knocks him over.
Thank goodness they've only got the one child I think to myself. Oh but no, another head appears and stands up on the back seat looking out of the back window. The blond haired girl of about 6, with the face of an angel, smiles and gives me numerous, very courteous V signs, which I try to ignore. She then proceeds to try and pull the ears off a poor mutt which has just jumped up and put its head out the window, probably to get away from the cigarette smoke which fills the car.
The lights turn green, we set off, he turns right, should have known that because he wasn't indicating. The girl in the back seat falls over from the force and speed of his Formula 1 start. I turn right also, but he has disappeared into the middle distance, thank goodness.
About a mile on, I pull in for petrol, and oh no, there is the BMW topping up at the pump in front of me.
Her ladyship is still smoking and on her mobile phone slurping a soft drink.
Their two lovely children are playing tig, running round the car and all over the forecourt; that's when the lad is not kicking the dad's calf muscles.
Her ladyship has finished her gum and her bottled drink, both of which are surreptitiously dropped out of the car window, less than 2 metres from a bin. I can't describe the coloured language he used at his partner to get his wallet from the car and getting the angels back into the car. The dog doesn't want to get in, but a well aimed kick changes its mind.
He goes and pays for his fuel, then drives off........going out the "Entrance Only" bit of the garage.
Please tell me you have seen this family, or similar, and they do exist elsewhere and not just near where I live.