"LEARN HOW TO FAWKIN' DRIVE, Y' BLOODY FAWKIN' IDIOT!" Simon shouted out through his rolled-down window, shaking his fist at some guy who tried to overtake the car, and nearly rear-ended into it, before trying to speed up ahead, only to get caught in the current traffic jam.

Both your kids sit in your lap, heads on your chest, having never seen their father this mad in their lives. He's angry, and rightfully so, but.. he started slamming on the steering wheel, and punching the carhorn in sheer anger.

"I'VE GOT KIDS IN HERE, ASSHOLE! THINK THE ROAD BELONGS TO Y', DONTCHA?" he yelled out again, the vein in his forehead popping, face red.