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Traffic Marmalade

February 23, 2006

I usually don’t mind traffic all that much.  It gives me more time to listen to the radio and feel like I’m achieving something while I’m not actually doing something arduous.  I enjoy driving too, so even though I’m very very impatient about most things, I’m generally not too irked by the (relative) gridlock of the city where I live and work.

But today took the chocolate eclair. 

Why can’t people just indicate?  It’s not that hard.  In fact it’s not hard at all – you have to be able to do it to get a licence.  If you can breathe you can indicate, surely. 

I have a friend who told me once he “doesn’t believe in indicating.”  Ok now I don’t believe in God, I don’t believe in the Tooth Fairy, but I do tend to believe in things that are necessary to protect my life and those of others.  To not believe in indicating is like not believing in sticking plasters, or not believing in lifejackets – it defies commonsense – hell, it even defies belief!

But unfortunately there seem to be a lot of people out there who, like my friend, are tithing regularly to the Church of Latter Day Non-Indicators.  (I’m sure they are signed up citizens of Planet Crazy too).

Just one example from today:

I was stopped at an intersection, at the front of the lane.  Lights go green, we all start driving forward.  The car to my left (lets call it Fernando) decides it really wants to be in my lane so it just starts moving rightwards, bugger the fact that I am already in the lane.  I try to slow down to avoid Fernando, but then it decides it actually really really wants to be in the lane on my right so friend Ferdy continues the swerve right across, finally indicating right at the end of this maneuvore.  Having had to slam on the brakes I am somewhat irritated so I beep.  Just as well I did this because I hadn’t yet fulfilled my quota of abuse and swearing for the day.  It was quickly filled by the passenger of Fernando, who also met my daily requirement of offensive gesturing. 

I suppose I probably should have thanked them for not actually hitting my car, perhaps that would have sent a better message and we could have had a big love-in and swapped email addresses so that we could chat online later, with emoticons and everything.

Sometimes I really do find only one thing makes me feel better:

Survival of the fittest.