None of these names are her real name but, nonetheless, I sometimes call her:- Small
- Little wagger
- Pinkerton
- Stinkerton
- Monkey
- Pupaloo
No wonder she never comes back when I call her.
This is what I think today, but it could all change tomorrow.
Why do some drivers feel the need to tailgate, overtake on stupidly dangerous windy roads, race off the lights and generally push, bully and burn rubber just to get in front of you?