I swear I've had a bullseye tattooed somewhere as every fucker seems out for me.

Just popped over to pick the mother in law up. Come to a crossroads (in a 30) and see a van I thought he was leaving braking late so covered the brakes. The fooker just sailed across the junction right in front of me. Fuck knows how I missed him as my foot slipped of the brake.

Think I'm going to not drive anything for a few days until this wears off. Don't think I have a gypsie curse or anything