THE driver of a BMW who was inches away from your car was obviously
just checking out your hilarious bumper sticker back there and not
trying to force you into a slower lane of traffic.
Mark Dunne, the door-to-door insurance salesman behind you, was
almost definitely chuckling away to himself at your fantastic choice of
wit, forcing him to flash his headlights repeatedly in hysterics.
His obvious appreciation was further cemented by a series of beeps
from his 5-series car-horn and then animated through various different
types of hand gestures you somehow failed to understand.
Pulling into the slow lane to your left, Mr. Dunne passed you on the
inside in a bid to congratulate your genius with a rather stern but
knowing stare, before flooring the car’s 3 litre accelerator to the
ground, leaving behind an air of camaraderie that can be only found on a
busy Irish motorway.
Finally realising your rather average land speed, you veer off gently
much to the delight of the rather large stream of traffic behind you,
who will now certainly miss out on your most hilarious ‘if you can read
this, then you’re too close’ bumper sticker.
