Automobile congestion is a certain particular that bush-children need to adapt to when trotting around the City.
Traffic, as it’s called here, gets WAY too much credit in the stress department however, it’s necessary to be aware of all its short comings if you don’t want to fall victim to its ‘clutches’ and become an enraged lunatic like the rest of Joburg.
It’s tough to remain calm, especially when ALL the moron’s seem to leave at the same time you do, and go the same route you go, and do all the things you don’t do – but wish your moral barometer would allow you to.
I certainly shrug off most of the goings ons. Asshole taxi drivers, little dick drivers – these are the ones revving and cutting in and out of traffic, sitting on your back bumper because they have a small penis – and the ‘let’s look for property to buy’ slow drivers.
But what irks me beyond tolerance, is the lack of consideration for you fellow road user when NO ONE is going NO WHERE in a hurry.
These are… in no particular order:
Drivers who don’t let you in when traffics moving slowly, one car after one car. Taxi’s somehow manage to give you space – but then over take you at the next traffic light – but men-in-minis… dicks!
Drivers who when you flash your lights to let them into traffic, sit and stare at you like an unconscious rabbit!
Drivers who use the emergency lane. Not to turn, but to cut in front of you!
Drivers who after you let them in, don’t say thank-you in some sort of way!
Drivers who throw their cigarette buds out into the road!
And that’s it. That’s my Wednesday rant.
If you’re one of those five then I can only hang my head in shame. Not having toys as a child must have really been serious enough to project your insecurities on the road. I hope, with the proper treatment, you can overcome you inner trauma because you’re better than being a traffic-knob…
… Be Nice! Drive Nice!
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