Now someone should make sticky signs to place on ones car rear window, bumper, and everything with space, allowing the person behind to know the driver has PTSD, which means "get the **** off my arse or I'm going to belt you" syndrome. I put bub in the car, reverse out of driveway, happy and merry going to the shops to get things for dinner. Wanker young driver in 30 year old BMW, sunroof up for coolness factor, sitting on my arse, couple meters off it, whom couldn't afford to polish my car let alone fix it if collided with it, and can't read a sign "baby on board" on back window, decides to tailgate me... I watch, slow down, he gets closer, so I lock up brakes for second, watch him shit pants, then he gets right back where he was. Well, he had balls, and obviously no idea whom was at the wheel. I brake, coming to halt on the road, get out of car and going to belt living shit out of this little prick, who then realises, ooooppppppsssssss, pissed the wrong person off, and pulls out around me zooming off as quick as he could. Ok, didn't get to release frustration caused by dickhead driver... now I'm at the shops. Stop by dry cleaners to pick up pants my son had torn the arse out off... $6 please says the lady, as I pull out my card to pay... "sorry, its under $10 you need to pay cash"! Well I think, time to serve her. Anthony: What is that machine their? Lady: Eftpos. Anthony: And what does an eftpos machine do? Lady: Accepts bank and credit cards. Anthony: Ok then, so you have the resources, but I can't use them because the amount isn't enough? Lady: Correct Anthony: So why do you have it then, if I can't use it, as I don't carry cash on me generally? (as most people don't nowadays, hence technology) Lady: Not my policy. Anthony: Who's stupid ****en idea is that then? Lady: Walks off. Anthony: Does the same... Go into Coles supermarket to get the dinner. Steam is fuming from my ears at this point, walk around and get things needed, wait in line, get smokes also as I'm going to need them... pay (using card because coles don't suck arse), put bub in car, get in car, drive home. Unpack, have smoke, think to self, "what the **** sort of trip to the shops was that?"