We spent the day in Port Augusta doing
the last of our Christmas shopping. I’ve come to the conclusion that male
P-platers in Port Augusta take the cake for extreme disrespect and arrogance.
Three goons in a small dark green car marked with “P” were flying around the
car park backfiring on purpose and doing way over the speed limit and swearing
up a storm. We were taking the dogs back home and Sparkie was already spooked,
then we heard them revving their engine. “Oh no, not again,” before Jessica had
got the last word out, BANG!
they backfired right alongside us. Of course we jumped slightly, and
they had the audacity to laugh at us.“Maniacs!” hissed Jessica. “That’s it; I
don’t care if I’m breaking the rules. Those idiots!” I said furiously. If looks
could kill, those goons died twice right then. We got the dogs inside, and
Sparkie was absolutely shaking like a leaf, her tail was right down between her
legs and her ears were flat against her head. About five minutes passed as we
listened to them zooming around the carpark, then suddenly the sounds stopped. I
looked out the window, and saw they had parked up with their fellow blockheads.
Then a police car drove past, and we practically cheered. We walked over to Big
W without being bothered by those rude boys. “I never thought I’d be happy to
see a police officer hanging around,” I told Sparkie later.
the last of our Christmas shopping. I’ve come to the conclusion that male
P-platers in Port Augusta take the cake for extreme disrespect and arrogance.
Three goons in a small dark green car marked with “P” were flying around the
car park backfiring on purpose and doing way over the speed limit and swearing
up a storm. We were taking the dogs back home and Sparkie was already spooked,
then we heard them revving their engine. “Oh no, not again,” before Jessica had
got the last word out, BANG!
they backfired right alongside us. Of course we jumped slightly, and
they had the audacity to laugh at us.“Maniacs!” hissed Jessica. “That’s it; I
don’t care if I’m breaking the rules. Those idiots!” I said furiously. If looks
could kill, those goons died twice right then. We got the dogs inside, and
Sparkie was absolutely shaking like a leaf, her tail was right down between her
legs and her ears were flat against her head. About five minutes passed as we
listened to them zooming around the carpark, then suddenly the sounds stopped. I
looked out the window, and saw they had parked up with their fellow blockheads.
Then a police car drove past, and we practically cheered. We walked over to Big
W without being bothered by those rude boys. “I never thought I’d be happy to
see a police officer hanging around,” I told Sparkie later.