Knowing my rights

I was running late. But when I got to the centre of the village, where the cars are parked on the right, the bloody bus was heading towards me on my side.

It was my right of way. My-right-of-way! I had to stop, but there was no way I was going to reverse up. The bloody bus driver told me I should reverse. "My right of way, squire!" I replied.

So, tail between legs, he headed back to his bus. I'd shown him! He would have to reverse!

Then some bloke invited him into his house. Bastard!