Them pesky
bottles.
Last night I was on the A34 between Sutton Scotney and Tot Hill, in my normal inattentive state, or, in other words, bored witless, when at 7.40pm I was overtaken by another artic.
Glancing across, I saw that in the cab drinks holder, were firmly secured two Coca-Cola bottles. One empty. One half empty.
As this artic pulled back in, the empty bottle seemingly made a bid for freedom. It escaped the constraints of its holder, launched itself across the cab and out of the open nearside window. Some feat, as I’m sure you will all agree, for an otherwise inanimate object.
I was so amazed that had the opportunity arisen, I would have stopped and endeavoured to re-capture this uniquely individualistically free-spirited entity and parcel it up and foward it to head office, as I am sure that the owner of such an item will now be mourning the loss of something with which they had established a sentimental relationship.