This morning, one stupid idiotic woman in a stupid, idiotic car almost made me late for work.
It always amazes me how one person, who I don't even know can annoy me this much.
First she parked her humongous off-roader, essential for city living, so far away from the pavement that no bus, or car for that matter, could pass by.
She then walked her child, slowly towards school, dropped him off and returned, completely unaware of the chaos she had caused.
She then tried to ignore a diversion sign and drive through a newly pedestrianised road, holding me and everyone else up once again, when she realised she couldn't and needed to reverse back.
She wasted five minutes of my morning, when I could have been making tea, catching up on work, having a nap, all because she can't park properly and she insists on driving a massive car.
OK, so this is all a bit judgemental, but I'm a big fan of rush hour protocol. And here's how it goes:
Thou shalt not speak to the bus driver at stops asking him for directions and other such things that you could get from an A-Z and waste valuable time. Particularly not when the bus is packed and this allows more people to dive into the melee.
Thou shalt not park your buggy taking up maximum room and then remove your baby and put her on a seat beside you taking up two seats and the standing room space of four people, when other passengers are face to armpit in the gangway.
Thou shalt not cross the road cappuccino in hand when the flashing man is red causing my bus to break so violently the front row of people headbutt the glass.
Thou shalt not see bus lanes as parking bays for dropping off your spoilt brat children, making deliveries, making a phone call.
Thou shalt not assume your massive designer handbag needs a seat more than a real life person and huff and puff when asked to remove it.
You see, it doesn't take much!
Hmmmm perhaps I should run for mayor...