Get Youself A Road Tax, And Get Yourself A Bloody Car, Man!
That was the parting shot from the driver who’d almost run straight into me yesterday as they drove up the wrong side of the road. In fairness, I’d probably not got the conversation off to the best start - when someone’s just made a passable attempt to kill me, I sometimes use some rather colourful language.
Her excuse was that "the sun was in her eyes" (it was actually off to one side), and it was "only an accident" (well that’s OK then).
If I were slightly quicker at the verbal comeback, my reply would have been,
"Get yourself a bike, and try eating just slightly fewer pies"
Next time, maybe.