public order offence against the cyclist was thrown out and dangerous driving has been put back till November
Bhuel – tá sé deas an fíor-Ghaeilge a chloisteáil ar aon nós! 🙂
Was yes man complaining about swearing in front of his child while himself swearing profusely?
Growing up my father used to chase down people who cut him off etc. and inflict the worst tirade of pure rage filled diction upon them that was imaginable, came to blows more than once, one time a guy got out of a van and sucker punched him through his window, that sort of thing.
There’s a couple of pretty funny and one pretty endearing story about his road rage.
The funny one is that my little brother after we all moved to the states used to wind him up in the morning. Now my Da is kind of a funny case in the grand scheme of things, he grew up a working class kid from Santry, started working for a German multi national and they put him through the open university and he ended up moving up through the ranks at this point he was a country head for a division of a company, so fairly big time executive.
But very very angry little man from Dublin who grew up in the 70’s fighting in pubs completely addicted to his own rage.
So my youngest brother was still living with them and he used to give my dad no end of shit just winding him up in various ways, because one knows exactly how much fun it is to wind up someone who is easy to wind up. Now on this particular morning, his company had sent him on a retreat to be a calmer person and he had come home with two little rubber ducks that were symbols of the fact that he had to stop taking himself so seriously.
My brother took this as a challenge that he had to break the conditioning that had been put on him at the retreat. Apparently (I wasn’t there I was in Los Angeles doing my damnedest to get an STI) dad was the picture of serenity for about twelve hours.
My brother did a series of things but what broke him in the end was putting vodka on his cornflakes and then laughing at him when he said the milk was gone off.
He was going bananas at Dave (my brother) who he was dropping off at his high school when they encountered one of those American roads that goes from two lanes to one lane there was a large SUV beside him in the other lane and he floored it in his Audi A6 (he’s a bit of a cartoon lets face it) and the guy in the SUV stayed with him and they were racing and next thing the guy pulled up beside him and my dad unleashed verbal hell on the guy.
Next thing the guy goes, ‘do you know who you’re talking to?’ and my dad says “yeah, a fuckin asshole” and the guy flips on the police lights on the unmarked SUV.
This is not the punch line.
So my da has to eat about seven miles of shit from the cop and the cop can’t really give him a ticket because he instigated the situation and he explained that but he still gave da a lecture about road rage and dad had to go “yes sir, no sir” so after all that, he gets back in the car and Dave is smiling at him and Da goes “what?” and Dave says,
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Mmm I smell a setup.
There’s no way this is real.
Arís? Chomh luath sin?
it went to court recently it’s 100% real
public order offence against the cyclist was thrown out and dangerous driving has been put back till November
Bhuel – tá sé deas an fíor-Ghaeilge a chloisteáil ar aon nós! 🙂
Was yes man complaining about swearing in front of his child while himself swearing profusely?
Growing up my father used to chase down people who cut him off etc. and inflict the worst tirade of pure rage filled diction upon them that was imaginable, came to blows more than once, one time a guy got out of a van and sucker punched him through his window, that sort of thing.
There’s a couple of pretty funny and one pretty endearing story about his road rage.
The funny one is that my little brother after we all moved to the states used to wind him up in the morning. Now my Da is kind of a funny case in the grand scheme of things, he grew up a working class kid from Santry, started working for a German multi national and they put him through the open university and he ended up moving up through the ranks at this point he was a country head for a division of a company, so fairly big time executive.
But very very angry little man from Dublin who grew up in the 70’s fighting in pubs completely addicted to his own rage.
So my youngest brother was still living with them and he used to give my dad no end of shit just winding him up in various ways, because one knows exactly how much fun it is to wind up someone who is easy to wind up. Now on this particular morning, his company had sent him on a retreat to be a calmer person and he had come home with two little rubber ducks that were symbols of the fact that he had to stop taking himself so seriously.
My brother took this as a challenge that he had to break the conditioning that had been put on him at the retreat. Apparently (I wasn’t there I was in Los Angeles doing my damnedest to get an STI) dad was the picture of serenity for about twelve hours.
My brother did a series of things but what broke him in the end was putting vodka on his cornflakes and then laughing at him when he said the milk was gone off.
He was going bananas at Dave (my brother) who he was dropping off at his high school when they encountered one of those American roads that goes from two lanes to one lane there was a large SUV beside him in the other lane and he floored it in his Audi A6 (he’s a bit of a cartoon lets face it) and the guy in the SUV stayed with him and they were racing and next thing the guy pulled up beside him and my dad unleashed verbal hell on the guy.
Next thing the guy goes, ‘do you know who you’re talking to?’ and my dad says “yeah, a fuckin asshole” and the guy flips on the police lights on the unmarked SUV.
This is not the punch line.
So my da has to eat about seven miles of shit from the cop and the cop can’t really give him a ticket because he instigated the situation and he explained that but he still gave da a lecture about road rage and dad had to go “yes sir, no sir” so after all that, he gets back in the car and Dave is smiling at him and Da goes “what?” and Dave says,
“You fucking pussy”
“ag drive-áil”
This Irish language stuff sounds easy….