2 years ago, there was a brief fuel shortage,I the summer. I drove to Sainsbury's to fill up and there was a queue on the road and signs saying that only a couple of pumps had diesel.
I got to the pumps and was waiting for one of 2 cars to leave and heard some honking and shouting. I looked over and saw a red Mercedes forcing its way through. (I would have blocked the bugger).
The car alongside me was waiting for the first pump to my right, obviously having seen that the second had a sign "No Diesel" and hazard tape on the diesel pump. Mr. Very Important was bellowing,
"Fucking move, you stupid bitch! There's a fucking pump there!"
I took my belt off, ready to hop out, as I was worried he might attack her, but he got past, jiggled his Very Important red Merc up to the pump, got out, rattled the pump handle and screamed, "FUUUUCK!" before getting into his car and burning rubber, the purple faced twat.
We were paying and I asked if she was OK, she was all apologetic and said she must have been in the wrong. "No, pet, he was a bullying arse. He was totally wrong, you did nowt wrong. Best thing was that he didn't get his diesel!"
She looked to be in her late 60s.