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A Hug on the M25
And then she hugged me. It was all rather weird.
There I was on the M25 going nowhere and, I suppose, rather inattentive while I fiddled with CDs. Anyway I must have taken my foot off the brake because the next thing I knew, there was a gentle bump and I had rolled into the car in front.
Now this was so gentle it could not possibly have caused any damage but I did the decent thing and got out (snarling up all the traffic for ten miles behind me). In the driver’s seat of the car in front a woman sat motionless. Was this suppressed road rage? Was she counting to ten to prevent herself from leaping out and attacking me with the jack-handle?
In the end she got out very calmly, walked over to me and put her arm round my waist.
This has never happened to me before – well not as a result of a bump on the M25.
Wondering what the queue of drivers behind us might think, I suggested she move her car forward a bit so we could look at the damage. It turned out to be a mildly cracked number plate on her car and nothing on mine. I offered to buy her a new numberplate if she wanted one. Obvioiusly I would need to give her my name and phone number and I just so happen to keep a little container of business cards stuck to the side of the Mini.
Clearly so pleased with this, she now put both arms round me and gave me a big hug, standing there beside the growing traffic jam. If you have attended Big Al’s Colours Seminar you will have realised by now that my new friend is a a “yellow”.
“Look I’ve got just the thing for you,” I told her, pulling out a DVD from the door pocket. “Have a look at this. We’re a really happy, smiley bunch. You’d fit right in…”
“Oo, that sounds fun,” she said.
And with that we got back into our cars.
I wonder if she’ll ring me – and whether it will be about a new number plate or the business opportunity… or whether she’ll want another hug.
One way and another, I shall never think of the M25 in quite the same way again.