While driving last week I was speedily passed by a fat black Mercedes-Benz, on a single lane road, the driver just missing an oncoming car. The punk obviously didn’t know the road, because about fifty meters on was a robot, and it was red.

So there we sat. Waiting. Together.

Just then, out of the blue, he sticks his head out of the window and launches a projectile loogie any primary school boy would be proud of. And that’s exactly what I thought. Big fancy car, well-dressed, and spitting like a child.

Hanky, anyone?

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