Sunday, August 15, 2004
Running Late
I was walking along Khyber Pass Road toward Symonds St just after 4pm. A car wanted to turn off the road and needed to cross over the footpath in front of me. I'm on crutches at the moment and this driver was nice; he waited patiently for me to get past. The driver behind him was tooting his horn at the one waiting for me. The inconsiderate bastard was not only tooting impatiently for the three-five seconds he was waiting, he was also busy texting someone. Calm down mate, you'll kill yourself with that level of impatience.
