Sue’s Views: Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right

It was a bad start to the morning. Somewhere between chugging my coffee down, checking I had my camera and cell, I lost my car keys. Of course, I only realised this when I got to my car. After much fumbling and faffing around in my handbag with a couple of expletives thrown in for good measure, I gave up and stomped back up to the house to continue the search.

Nope, nothing, nada, niks and to compound matters I was now running late. So it was a case of pick up the spare key and huff back down to the car, only to find the battery had died on the car key fob. More expletives with a good few rantings to the universe along the lines of ‘why me’ as I managed to locate the skeleton key on the stupid fob.

By now I am really late and to add insult to injury the gate remote jammed and refused to budge. Things were looking pretty grim. After repeatedly banging the remote on the car dash the gate eventually played ball and opened….and with a backfire and a screeching of tyres, I was on my way.

But my luck held for a mere fifteen minutes. Bolting up the highway from the direction of Port Edward  I took the Seaslopes off-ramp only to find a lorry laboriously making its way up the road to the stop sign ahead of me. “Please don’t let him be turning right, please don’t let him be turning right,” I wittered away under my breath. My luck didn’t hold and he indicated right….damn.

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It’s at this point a white SUV pulled up alongside me with a harassed looking woman peering over the steering wheel and a couple of snot gurglers bouncing around the interior. She was in the lane to turn left so I give her no more thought, that is until the lorry slowly pulled away and she cut in front of me to turn right, putting the lives of all in the vehicle in jeopardy – and mine too.

Roaring across the road she then slammed on brakes as she came up against the rear end of the lorry, which was at that stage accelerating down Seaslopes Avenue. Impatiently she tailgated the lorry, then took the first turnoff to the right and bombed out of sight.

I must admit I did toy with the idea of following her, but sanity prevailed and besides, I very much doubt I would have had much luck having any kind of adult or rational conversation with her. I chugged on to work and sheepishly crept in late in stealth mode.

Did it go unnoticed by my colleagues? Nope. After some good-natured ribbing and a ‘good evening’ or two, the one thing it did reinforce was that it’s better to arrive late and alive than not at all. Take it easy on our roads folks, especially with the holiday season fast approaching, for there are many more eejits like her on our roads who think they are above the law.

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