Just for today, I’ll borrow the context of Michael, just because. So no web dev tonight, people, this blog post is all about driving.
Driving for me is a guilty pleasure. I love driving – alone. No passengers, no other cars on streets, just me and a country road. Now that’s fun.
Insert any other human factor (especially my fellow citizens – Jesus, those guys don’t know how to drive for real) and most possibly, you’ve got a totally pissed off Sug.
I shout and curse a lot while driving, especially if I’m already pissed by something else. At times, I don’t have any problem to come out and face any driver that gets into my nose, and that, believe me, is a curse. I’ll someday get my ass kicked, but oh boy, I’ll have my fun first.
So what really puts me off while driving?
- Drivers that endanger themselves by quickly getting in your way, just to stop abruptly a few metres later. Oh how I loathe this.
- Drivers that don’t keep their lanes and don’t know that left turns are supposed to be open and right are supposed to be closed.
- Stupid fuckheads that use other directions’ lanes to get in front of me. I won’t ever let such a guy get in front of me, as much as my driving teacher would toot at my aggressive driving.
- Drivers behind me that flick their lights to make me go to the right lane, eventhough the right lane is jam packed with cars. Duh.
- Drivers that park in such ways that they block my car. More often than once I’ve been tempted to scratch their sides with my keys till rust oozes out. Really.
- Women. Especially women talking on the phone. 90% of women can’t drive properly, and that, ladies, is a fact. I don’t exclude myself from this.
- Drivers that go so, so slowly you want to gouge your eyes out from sheer boredom. They see that green light and almost deliberately they slow down, the light turns to orange, they actually get through with a red light and you’re left banging your head on the steering wheel.
- Pedestrians that don’t give a damn about blocking the street while talking with someone else.
- Bicycles and motos that behave like cars, occupying the whole street and going slow like a snail.
- Shopkeepers that moan about me parking my car in front of their stores, on a public street. La la la, can’t hear you.
As you can see, I’m not your typical frustrated girl driver. I never get frustrated while driving. I only get mega-pissed.
Pic by lovely Mareen Fischinger. Incidentally, that’s the look of my sis everytime she gets into my car. But she’s such a wuss.
