Recently, I was turning right on to Marylebone Road at some traffic lights and remembered poor old Dad at that very junction years ago.
Not used to driving in the UK, he made a (sharp) right, straight into oncoming, 3-lane traffic. We promptly reversed and made a quick escape but not before a passenger in a car that narrowly avoided us leaned out of the window to shout (and gesture) his objection towards dad.
Passanger: “you wank*r!!”
Dad : “oh dear, what’s wrong with my bumper?”
Reminds me of the story of when he asked a young lady in a pub if she was enjoying her Coke. At least that’s what he was meant to ask her. #swinging60s