Driver of a 'DMG Services' white pickup reg DMG 2X was ahead of me through a busy grassmarket around midday. Failed to stop at a zebra crossing for someone about to cross, repeatedly and obviously looking at lap to use mobile phone, and then stopped fully in the bike box as I waited in it to turn right down Lady Lawson St.
Oooooh weeee he did not take kindly to my patter of 'nice bike' and subsequent pointing out of the bike box. The kind of seething, bile-ridden "see you, you have a nice day pal" that barely masks a coke habit and a tendency to scale lampposts with a saltire to cable tie up there. Looked up their website and it turns out he's the founder, naturally. Still debating whether to review-bomb them on Google Maps.
As he drove away I shouted "you're not coming to my birthday party". It's only fair he's warned now.

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