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Road Rage.
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Road Rage Here we go again. Its Friday night and I am in my usual place, the supermarket. After a hard week at work the last place I want to be is Tescos. Why should I have to do it anyway? Well according to my family it's my job. My mood was not improved by the way that the trolley had developed a mind of it's own. I struggled to steer it across the car park to my car. I popped the boot and heaved the heavy shopping inside. I was so fed up by this time that I could not be bothered to return my trolley to the trolley park. Instead with determined defiance I parked it in the space next to my car. If I was to be inconvenienced then so were other people. I sat in the car and turned on the engine. I continued to sit for a...
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