I’ve been out driving. Now, I’m nice enough when I get behind the wheel, you know, the normal amount of name calling and abuse hurling at my fellow travellers. The word ‘wanker’ appears a lot in my outbursts.
I recall driving in Scotland, long time ago, I can’t even recall the name of the town now. As I was pulling out of the car park onto the main thorough fare to my shock, the cars on the road stopped to let me in. Wow. They actually just stopped so I could drive in front of them. I’ve never seen that anywhere else in the world.
Now, I’m a llama of habit, I travel the same roads frequently. Some of those roads only allow you to travel at 50 km/h that’s the speed limit. Today as I turned down the side street and began to pick up speed, a little red car behind me started tooting. So, I yelled wanker and kept driving. Now, this is a little narrow side street, and out he pulls and over takes me speeding off down the road. I could now call him an old wanker.
I’m not sure what it was all about, but I do know that two minutes later I pulled up beside him at the traffic lights and grinned at him.
We rush around so much, every now and then it would be nice to take your time, because that speed thing really doesn’t help you arrive that much quicker when you’re in the city.
Oh, and sometimes I’m a wanker on the road too. I’m sure we all are. So please, no more road wanking.