Ah, winter. Winter in England. Isn't it just the most joyous time of the year? Snow falling, birds singing, children laughing... or not. Try walking two miles every day in the freezing fricking cold, with 100mph winds going against you. Okay, so I'm walking on the way into town. It's cold, I'm wet. Oh, look, a crossing. A crossing with no lights, so I have to rely on the politeness and courtesy of my fellow countrymen and women to stop for all of two seconds to let me cross over. Two seconds. I'm soaked. My feet are squelching. Raindrops are running down my face, my vision is clouding. But no, I'm sure wherever they are meant to be getting to is MUCH more important than me. Because I'm sure it's just horrible in their nice, warm car with their music playing and their fancy drinks holders and adjustable chairs. I stand there for all of 5 minutes until some 'nice' (read: normal) person stops.
What is it with car drivers? They can be the nicest people in the world, but once they step inside that 2 ton metal block they turn into the devil's offspring, trying to turn every normal pedestrians day into a living hell.
Okay, okay. I'm generalising. But you do get some nasty drivers. You let someone go past you in the street when walking by, so why not with cars? Just because you're bigger, doesn't mean you're better! (Although I wouldn't want to be in a fight with you in one :])
/rant
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