As part of my occasional series dealing with 'Useful Tips for the Terminally Shite Driver', I present, 'Use Your Indicator, You Know it Makes Sense."
(Cue silly public-information-film-1950's-music)
So I'm standing by the side of the road, waiting to cross said highway, going home, tired.
There's a right hand turn just behind me and there's a little car puttering up the road.
So I wait... the little car will putter past and I will cross.
Simple... AS IF, nothing in my life is simple.
The Car turns right, leaving me standing like a proverbial spare p**ick on the side of the road - another fifteen seconds of my rapidly unfurling life gone irretrivably up the Swannee.
Ice the cake; the daft bint driving the car WAVES AT ME.
She WAVES AT ME, as she cruises around the corner.
She WAVES AT ME as my life ticks away.
A word of advice... A little less waving and a little more indication, please, missus.
If she had only indicated to turn right, I could have crossed the road instead of waiting for a stupid drive-straight-on manouvre that was never going to bloody happen.
If she had indicated, I could have crossed.
Of course I wouldn't have...
She might have been inadvertently indicating right while intending to drive straight on. She might have RUN MY ASS DOWN.
You can't trust these people and their bloody indicators.
God, I hate the walk home, don't you?