Firstly, I am a postie, so my top half is bright yellow, and my bike is nice and bright too, not hard to see.
Turning right from Broun Ave into Collier Road towards the Galleria, notice a nice large red cube shaped object in the middle of the lane. Oh, thinks me, that looks like a plastic petrol can. So, I slow a little more, and since there is a car behind me, I not only brake, but raise my left hand in the old 'braking' symbol. Stop to the left of the petrol can (and yes, when I get closer, its pretty obvious it is one). And as I bend down to pick it up to remove it from the road, the stupid bloody woman in the cage behind me BEEPS AT ME!!!!! WTF!!!! I look back and she is waving me out of the way!!!
Thoughts of stuffing a couple of letters in the neck of the can, lighting it and throwing it over my shoulder at her cross my mind. But somehow, I hold down the rage, walk the bike to the centre island and place the drum there.
I guess I should have just left it there for her to run over, although it probably wouldnt have exploded into flames like I wish.
Oh, and thanks to the dude on the old dirtbike who pulled up next to me when I was riding home on my bike and told me my brake lights were out. Ah, motorbike riders, gods chosen ones.
Thanks, feel better now.
Turning right from Broun Ave into Collier Road towards the Galleria, notice a nice large red cube shaped object in the middle of the lane. Oh, thinks me, that looks like a plastic petrol can. So, I slow a little more, and since there is a car behind me, I not only brake, but raise my left hand in the old 'braking' symbol. Stop to the left of the petrol can (and yes, when I get closer, its pretty obvious it is one). And as I bend down to pick it up to remove it from the road, the stupid bloody woman in the cage behind me BEEPS AT ME!!!!! WTF!!!! I look back and she is waving me out of the way!!!
Thoughts of stuffing a couple of letters in the neck of the can, lighting it and throwing it over my shoulder at her cross my mind. But somehow, I hold down the rage, walk the bike to the centre island and place the drum there.
I guess I should have just left it there for her to run over, although it probably wouldnt have exploded into flames like I wish.
Oh, and thanks to the dude on the old dirtbike who pulled up next to me when I was riding home on my bike and told me my brake lights were out. Ah, motorbike riders, gods chosen ones.
Thanks, feel better now.
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