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Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
Filtering down the left, I can see that a car in the queue has held back to allow a car turning out of a side road to the right to fit into the queue - only the driver can't pull forward enough because of the traffic so she's sitting across the lane and looks to be still creeping.
So I slow down to a gentle roll, and sure enough, she creeps forward so that the bonnet is right across the cycle lane, all the time looking fixedly to her right - IE at the traffic that isn't moving, instead of the traffic (me) that might be... If I'd been 10-20 yards further on, she'd have nudged me.
I come to a stop and 'Ahem' a couple of times, and when that fails to attract the attention of the back of her head, I bend down and wave and shout 'Helloooooooo' cheerily through the closed window at her. Whereupon she finally registers my presences and gestures angrily at me (my fault of course, for being there), before the traffic moves on.
Of course, it moves on about 10 yards, so once she's straightened, I filter past with ne'er a glance at her, and I'm soon miles ahead....
In situations like this, I like to think that anyone who's first reaction is anger rather than 'oops! sorry!' is likely to end up with an ulcer, a heart attack, or a divorce.
My only regret is not having the presence of mind to blow her a kiss as I passed...
So I slow down to a gentle roll, and sure enough, she creeps forward so that the bonnet is right across the cycle lane, all the time looking fixedly to her right - IE at the traffic that isn't moving, instead of the traffic (me) that might be... If I'd been 10-20 yards further on, she'd have nudged me.
I come to a stop and 'Ahem' a couple of times, and when that fails to attract the attention of the back of her head, I bend down and wave and shout 'Helloooooooo' cheerily through the closed window at her. Whereupon she finally registers my presences and gestures angrily at me (my fault of course, for being there), before the traffic moves on.
Of course, it moves on about 10 yards, so once she's straightened, I filter past with ne'er a glance at her, and I'm soon miles ahead....
In situations like this, I like to think that anyone who's first reaction is anger rather than 'oops! sorry!' is likely to end up with an ulcer, a heart attack, or a divorce.
My only regret is not having the presence of mind to blow her a kiss as I passed...