Driving through Anniesland in Glasgow this afternoon, some wee Ned hits the car windscreen with a stone, leaving a nice chip in it. I decide that I need to stretch my legs, so stop the car and give chase. Your normal person would maybe chase them for 50m or so, but i’d been having a bad day and needed the exercise. Wee **** looks round thinking i’ll have given up and sees that i’m only about 10 yards away and still running, 100 yards along the road i’m still chasing, 800 yards along the road still there, mile along the road still there – just keeping the same gap between us – didn’t want to catch him incase i got stabbed. I decided he’d had enough after about a mile and a half. Poor we **** was shitting himself.
Felt much better after that.
One of my colleagues that was passinggave me a lift back to my car too. 😀
Not a troll BTW. Just something I thought I’d share.