so after a recent dearth, yesterday's drive home was full of c***s. Firstly, the bemused woman in the Waitrose car park who looked like she must have borrowed the Merc SL that she was driving, as she clearly had not the first clue how to park it, and had pretty much given up and was just driving slowly, the wrong way, round the car park hoping for somewhere open to abandon it. Then we had the rest. Now, it is a truth universally acknowledged, that no matter how late one thinks one has left it to pass through a changing traffic light, there always seems to be enough time for at least one, and maybe more cars to follow you through. So, I play a game, where I check my mirrors, and predict. So yesterday, as I checked the mirrors, there was about a 70 yard gap as I passed the light just changing to orange. next thing I know, the Golf TDI has floored it, screamed through the red light, and caused the people pulling across the junction to do an emergency stop, despite having full right of way. And that wasn't the last, it seemed that yesterday was the day for running red lights, as obviously, waiting 30 seconds for the next set is clearly way too inconvenient for today's busy motorist.
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