Round The Taxi And In The Face Of Death

Evening run. Reached an unlighted (traffic lights) junction turning into the car-park of my block of flats. A taxi comes out in front of me wanting to turn out, and I round the back of the taxi to clear the junction and resume my run.

The taxi was only beginning to turn out, when this blue Hyundai Matrix takes a fast corner, swerving into the car-park, in my direction.

I had just cleared the line dividing the middle of the road. I stopped in my tracks immediately when a quick glance over my shoulder spotted the car speeding in.

The driver was a fat slob, in his late 20s. He had the audacity to shake his head when he drove past me.

I went in after him, and the fat slob parked his car outside the coffee shop downstairs of my place, so I was not able to do anything.

What's wrong with the fat fuck.