He drove passed in his car as I walked down the road. I noticed his brake light wasn't working as he stopped at the traffic lights. Thinking I'd do my good deed for the day I went over and told him. He got out shouting, swearing and began kicking the back of his car.
Trying to calm him down I explained that he probably only needed a new bulb, it wouldn't cost much to replace. He stopped his ranting and looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"I'm not worried about the bulb, where's my caravan gone??"
Trying to calm him down I explained that he probably only needed a new bulb, it wouldn't cost much to replace. He stopped his ranting and looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"I'm not worried about the bulb, where's my caravan gone??"
