My Driver
“I told you, bloody women drivers , shouldn’t be on the
bloody roads.”
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My personal driver
Ronnie – he is a lovely, caring, protective, funny, chatty man how has taken
all the stress from me by driving me everyday to hospital. Whilst driving to
hospital its expiries we have friends in common and interests in common as well
– so there is lots of banter/criac. Throughout the journey to and from hospital
– Ronnie rants about crazy, bad mannered drivers on the roads. Ronnie delights
in making a point that all bad drivers are all women, women and more women. I
quietly sit in the back and thoroughly enjoy the banter and also the tirade "why
women should never be allowed behind a wheel".
During the second
week of Ronnie driving me to hospital, Ronnie was driving down the motorway in
the outer lane, when another driver started to veer into our lane. Due to
Ronnie’s alert reaction (Ronnie is 69 years old – well done!) save us from
being driven of the road into a serious car accident. Ronnie then screams “it a bloody women
driver” and as the car driver passed by - it was an old grey hair man about
the same age as Ronnie. What can I say -
Ronnie. LOL. Hal Hail!!!
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