Earlier this week I returned home from the shops to find two gentlemen stood in front of my drive, arguing. This presented me with an issue as I wished to enter my drive. I waited a short while before nudging my horn but they were, for the most part, oblivious to the rest of the world.
To avoid any further delays I decided to park on the road and drive in once their dispute had been settled. As I got out of the car the argument changed into a pushing match and with one of the aforementioned gentlemen being much larger than the other, this could only go one way.
Soon there was one small gentleman sprawled across the road, and one larger gentleman stood over him. Another casualty of this incident was a large bottle of White Lightning which as I watched, began emptying it’s life blood onto the road.
Things had suddenly turned serious.
Difference forgotten, the two men scrambled back to the bottle, quickly and in unison righted it and carefully found and re-attached the bottle top. The smaller gentleman held the bottle while the larger one ensured the cap was on nice and tight. 4 hands held the now slightly lighter bottle, comforted in it’s weight.
“That was your effing fault” shrieked the smaller one.
“Nah it effing wasn’t” cried the larger, “you dropped the effing thing”
The fight was back on.