As I stopped at the zebra crossing waiting to cross, a very nice man in a red focus stopped to let me cross. This is the first time I’d seen a red focus and I surprisingly quite liked it. I immediately thought about the limited edition RS. So I stood there gazing at this red focus trying to imagine it with all it’s black bits and became quite engrossed in the matter. I then heard a rather rough voice shout “Are you going to cross this f……….g road or not!”. I tried to explain to him that I was trying to work out if his car would look better with black or silver wheels. He then uttered “Are you taking the p…..s!”. My bubble was burst, realizing that not everybody is an enthusiast. I then crossed the road. He gave me a single finger salute which I interpreted as him saying I was a first class chap.
It got me thinking that I may be tempted back into a red RS especially now with the LSD. It would, I’m afraid to say, be a car to wash, polish and buy things for. I would have to forsake my “Barbie, Ken and Action men” dolls and transfer all that love and attention to my red RS. Life can be hard and you have to make sacrifices. I can go to sleep with the dulcet words of the focus driver as he drove off “You should be locked up you stupid c….. you’re a f……. menace”. I wasn’t bothered, I had decided that black wheels would look best.
He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don’t let that fool you. He really is an idiot. Groucho Marx
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