a) Drive to within inches of the back of the lorry, honk my horn, rev my engine aggressively, shout abuse, ranting and raving until my face went red causing the oil man to adopt “head down and definitely don’t hurry mode”, or
b) Take the opportunity to chill out, turn the engine off, take a few photos and enjoy the view until my mate Betsy Bee joined the traffic jam (now all of two cars long). At this point deep reflection became a bit of a chin wag. The job was soon done, the oil man shouted sorry and we exchanged cherry waves.
I do hope you guess the right one.
Bossman did dock my wages though (only joking) (I hope)