This is exactly the sort of thing Arthur's been afraid of since he got behind the wheel of the battered VW microbus he'd been offered. The manual was not terribly helpful for a man to whom 'driving' was the same sort of vague concept filed away with giraffes and Antarctica. He has it on good authority that people do, indeed drive - in far away places he's only ever read about. The only cars he ever saw before were stripped husks, long since abandoned and useless even for scrap once the war was over.
"Sorry! Sorry! So terribly sorry!" He leans out the window, hands up with palms out in a gesture to show he is harmless. "I'm absolute arse at this, all my fault!"
Fender Bender
This is exactly the sort of thing Arthur's been afraid of since he got behind the wheel of the battered VW microbus he'd been offered. The manual was not terribly helpful for a man to whom 'driving' was the same sort of vague concept filed away with giraffes and Antarctica. He has it on good authority that people do, indeed drive - in far away places he's only ever read about. The only cars he ever saw before were stripped husks, long since abandoned and useless even for scrap once the war was over.
"Sorry! Sorry! So terribly sorry!" He leans out the window, hands up with palms out in a gesture to show he is harmless. "I'm absolute arse at this, all my fault!"
Oh dear. She looks very angry.