* Agents
There's something quite magical about rain. I'd be lying if I said I prefer the sun in England to the rain but it certainly brings out the scum of society. Somewhat like the dirt washing into the gutters, the people who think it okay to push, shove and otherwise be rude pour back into the tube after a brief spell of catching the bus or cycling to work. Maybe i'm in the wrong city to complain about commuting.
Something which had previously brightened the already damp day though, was a man and his girlfriend who deemed it suitable to be walking in the middle of the road rather than on the pavement on their way to work. He looked like he worked for an estate agent, and she looked like the sort of trophy that he'd talk to in a bar.
When a car driving towards them sounded its horn to make them aware of its approach, the girl simply stuck out her arm and extended her middle finger, probably thinking it hilariously witty and rebellious. Needless to say, the car immediatly pulled to a halt just ahead of the couple - resulting, no doubt, in that horrible lurching feeling when your heart drops into your stomach pre-empting someone unleashing hell on you with their tire iron.
Fortunatly for the driver, he didn't unleash hell, but I'd say the lack of blood in the girl's face was satisfaction enough for all.
Word of the day: sardine.
Something which had previously brightened the already damp day though, was a man and his girlfriend who deemed it suitable to be walking in the middle of the road rather than on the pavement on their way to work. He looked like he worked for an estate agent, and she looked like the sort of trophy that he'd talk to in a bar.
When a car driving towards them sounded its horn to make them aware of its approach, the girl simply stuck out her arm and extended her middle finger, probably thinking it hilariously witty and rebellious. Needless to say, the car immediatly pulled to a halt just ahead of the couple - resulting, no doubt, in that horrible lurching feeling when your heart drops into your stomach pre-empting someone unleashing hell on you with their tire iron.
Fortunatly for the driver, he didn't unleash hell, but I'd say the lack of blood in the girl's face was satisfaction enough for all.
Word of the day: sardine.
