Showing posts with label Outrageous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Outrageous. Show all posts

September 4, 2012

Temper temper

I have noticed recently people are getting angrier on the roads.

This morning when I was driving the train station I was on the receiving end of driver aggression.  I’m not sure it would classify as road rage.  I was caught in the wrong lane and put my indictor on.  I then slipped into a space that was more than large enough to fit my tiny car into, in front of the white van of a plumber.  I know he was a plumber because his branding was all over the van, along with his phone number.  What happened next was the start of a few minutes of road harassment.

First he lent of his horn for a prolonged period of time.  More than enough to show his displeasure you’d think.

Then he proceeded to tailgate me for a about a kilometre, all the time making hand gestures that would make a sailor blush, of course I just laughed it off and resisted temptation to brake suddenly.

Then, as the road widened to two lanes, I moved over to let him pass, and pass he did, only to rapidly pull back in front of me (sans indication), before speeding off and into the other lane.  Further up the road he pulled back into the left lane without indicating. 

Over now you’d think.  Ohh now…he was now still really angry about my indication and moving front of him over five minutes ago.

As I pulled up level with him again at traffic lights, two lanes away, I caught him make gestures at me from the corner of my eye.  I didn’t feel the need to look at him and give him the satisfaction of screaming at my silently and I really didn’t want him to see me smiling at his ridiculous behaviour.

Of course, I second guessed myself.  Had a cut in too close?  No, I could clearly see his entire front in my side mirror and over my shoulder.  I’d been indicating for at least 20 seconds…which we all know is ages when sat in a traffic queue and I know he’d seen it because we’d got eye contact in the mirror.

Yesterday, in the news was a story about a young woman being followed home before the attacking driver ran over her Dad and threatened them with a knife, all because she merged in front of him.

Are we losing all perspective of what’s a good thing and what’s a bad thing?

An actor gets saved while out kayaking – he gets blasted for pulling a publicity stunt, maybe he really was lost and was genuinely thankful for the save.  While not really news, kinda of feel good story that should be taken for what it is, not vilified.

A woman gets abused so badly online she makes an attempt on her own life after being repeatedly told to ‘go kill herself’ – she gets blasted for bringing it upon herself, she should have just turned off and heeded the old adage of stick and stones.  No, she should be able to conduct her life and work without being abused by hidden cowards with anger issues.

A woman tries to merge on a busy highway, a requirement of getting from A to B in a motor vehicle and experienced countless times a day by hundreds of thousands of drivers around the world - she gets followed home and threatened with a knife

I get abused for changing lanes while indicating and called an ‘attention seeking whore’ for looking for my dog.

I do believe the world really has gone crazy.

Can we all just calm down and look at our behaviour towards others.  We all have a life to lead.  For the most part we try to do so without interfering too much in each others lives.  We’re all busy, your time is worth no less than mine.  We all just want to live peacefully.  In the end it all comes back to what George Bernard Shaw said in 1903:

'Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.'    

October 10, 2007

A&E

As I was preparing to do a little uni work last night in the peace and quite of a deserted office, Kathleen rushed in with tears in her eyes and squeaked out ‘I’m bleeding badly’. She’s seventeen weeks pregnant.

So I bundled her into a taxi and upon arrival at the A&E department of the Prince of Wales hospital in Randwick she checked in we sat down to wait. After about twenty minutes she was seen by a Triage Nurse and asked for a urine sample and had a finger prick test. Then we waited again. Kathleen’s mum turned up but was being a tad negative so I decided to stay until she was called in by the doctor. I was being my usual cheerful self, telling amusing stories and trying to take her mind of the fact she was in hospital.

But we couldn’t help comment on the fact that she was pregnant and fearful for her baby’s life. And despite it all turning out well (she’s got a small infection, not baby related) we couldn’t help comparing the situation to Jana Horska who miscarried her baby in the waiting room toilet of A&E at the Royal North Shore Hospital in late September. There is now an enquiry into waiting times for pregnant women and a list as long as my arm of women who have come forward with similar stories from the last few years.

Surely with all this happening it’s unwise to let the doctor see a drug addict after only forty-five minutes and leave the mother-to-be to wait for three hours?