It seems such a long time since I last ranted about Melbourne’s idiots in their tin boxes, two specimens today popped to the fore:
Tosser #1: “Why is this car drifting into my lane? Has my motorbike suddenly become invisible? Are space aliens in control of the driver?” I asked myself as I rode along the freeway to work. “Aha! Its because the idiot has his phone on the steering wheel and is busy SMSing with both thumbs!” A long blast on the horn, he swerved back into his lane, looked a trifle sheepish and drove off down the exit ramp.
Tosser #2: Ride into the university, around the roundabout, pull into the left-turn lane and accelerate towards the corner. #$#!@#!!!! — the motorist in front of me with their left indicator on isn’t going around the left corner, they’ve decided to illegally stop to let a passenger out — they must find those “NO STANDING” signs so inconvenient. A second blast of the horn as I swerve around the idiot, the driver gives me the finger, obviously its his god-given right to ignore the signs and park wherever he damn well wants.
