Long straight busy main road, going downhill at speed. There’s a pedestrian crossing further ahead on red with a huge queue of cars waiting. I intend to turn right into a supermarket immediately after the crossing and as there is no oncoming traffic at all I filter quickly down the right-hand side of the queue and sit in front of a big range rover at the lights. The lights change and I’m off and start to signal right but have to wait for a couple of oncoming cars. The range rover behind has pulled off at speed and has then had to slam on the anchors, because I’m in front of him, resulting in a tirade of abuse from the angriest man in the world. He looked like a beef tomato:) I then gave him the finger from behind as I went on my way.
Who was the dick? Him? Me? Both of us? He must’ve seen me, I pulled in directly in front of him. Unless he didn’t, was remonstrating with children, texting, watching a DVD etc, sensed the lights had changed and put his foot down, only to find a guy on a bike in front of him.