I swear there seems to be way more people out on the roads on a Wednesday.
I don't know why. I'm not even sure it's true. Maybe they're playing games with me.
Today I finished work around my usual time. So we have a casual stroll out to the car park. Outside looks fine. There's no apparent Wednesday weirdness going on here.
When we arrive at the car park there are a bunch of old people milling about a car. Maybe they were rebels in their youth. Car park party down the beach. It's all the rage in Perth.
That wasn't the issue. There was a bus in the car park. It's not a big parking lot by any means. So this bus was taking up about half of it. Luckily he was far enough down one end for it not to be a big hassle. Even though I've made a huge deal about it.
Anyhow... eventually I'm in my (awesome) car. Turn out on Hay Street and make my way to the lights. BAM! There's a huge onset of traffic.
Now I've already not eaten lunch, and played indoor soccer at lunch. So I'm not in the best of moods. I decide to knick out and make myself fat. I went to McDonald's.
However; like all great things. There was a problem. When buying a meal I get a drink. Unfortunately for me... well. I don't have a cup holder.
The drink was alternated between my legs and hands. Lets just say driving was hard. To make matters worse it just wanted to be banked up for no reason.
I believe there's some sort of mad spot at any given time during the week. 4:15pm. Yes. I've called it.
It seems to be the time when all the school buses are dropping kids off. When all the parents are driving home.
Quite simple. It's crap.
Then I spent about three quarters of the way there with a big arse ute tail gating me. Yet when we split into two lanes, who decides to go slower. WTF people. If you're wanting to go that close to me, and go faster. Over take.
Don't try and make people speed so they're the ones getting the speeding fines.
So me and the amazing lad behind eventually get to a set of lights. He pulls up beside me and zips ahead when the lights go green. I think I'm in the clear now. Ready for a steady drive home.
No, not to be. Another set of lights to turn at. WITH THE WORLD'S SLOWEST TURNER IN FRONT OF ME.
Really now. How hard is it to make a turn from a stop. You can pick up speed, it's okay. The car isn't going to roll. But no. That's pretty hard.
Likewise when I follow them down the road. They graciously decide not to indicate and move into the lane. Only to jump out again since someone was turning. I really don't think they had any idea on what they were doing.
Finally I get home. Finally I get to eat my lunch. I just felt like having an awesome rant. Because I can.
