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The last straw Remember all that moaning I did over the past three weeks? Well, thanks to those articles some of my faithful chauffeurs have got a bit sour and are a bit more annoying now. So because of that, and all the traffic jams that made me think that I could walk faster, I decided that I don’t need them! I will just walk now. (Oh, and I also wanted to show the people on the road how one uses a pedestrian crossing.) So, one fine morning I walk out of my house, head held high (because that is the attitude I have been told I should cultivate) when, what do you think happens? I tripped and nearly fall flat on my face. After narrowly escaping embarrassment, even though I did hear a bit of snickering from here and there, I looked down to see what was the cause of my sudden clumsiness. There was a root popping out of the pavement. What were people thinking; I thought this was a pavement? You know smooth platforms...honestly. This seems to be the case on most pavements so now I am forced to forget everything I have been taught about walking with your head held high and instead walk looking at the ground as if I have lost something. Talk about looking confident and poised...NOT. After overcoming that issue I went in search of a crossing. Why? Because something like getting to the other side of the road was on my mind. On finding a crossing (this was one of those ones with the lights) I pressed the light and waited for the green man to flash. I waited and waited and... absolutely nothing happened. I pressed again only to realize that there was no man flashing on the lights much less a green man, which is when I realized that the stupid thing didn’t work. Humph...just what I needed. I then decided to wait for some vehicles to pass before I crossed and then, when I finally got around to crossing, a few vehicles nearly knocked me down. Hello... don’t these people know the meaning of the yellow lines. Honestly, I would really like to have a word with whoever gave these people their license. Everyone on the road seems to want to knock me down and at the moment I have a feeling there is a little scheme behind this whole thing, initiated of course, by all those people who are a bit mad at me. After nearly getting killed (aren’t you glad I survived to write this) I finally made my way to work. After a long day I got ready to go home. Got into a bus and then got off at Nugegoda to tackle yet another death defying crossing and hop into the next bus. Anticipating my death, I slowly walked ahead, when suddenly, I walked... smack... into hordes of clothes. Okay... did I just walk into some shop or something? No, it was just the street hawkers giving me an up close and personal experience of their precious wares. All of which were in my face. Wonderful. Finally managing to convince them that no I did not really care about cloth or socks for that matter I walked a few steps forward and everything was all green. Why can’t these people understand that I am not really interested in plastic plants? After untangling myself from that jungle and tripping over a few more stuff like clocks and watches I headed toward the bus stop. I thought to myself that the worst was over; seconds later, I realized that I was wrong. Planning on walking on the road? Please be prepared to hear a few comments from some jobless people or have some people bumping into you. What’s annoying about this is that most often there is enough room for a small army to pass you by, but no, these people have to walk straight into you. After
finally getting into the bus, I got home so exhausted and drained
out that I just wanted to drop! You know what, this is not going
to work. I don’t want to go through this everyday. Maybe I
should just buy a helicopter? Donations anyone? If you raised your
eyebrows, think of it this way, if I do get my helicopter this will
stop. So what say you? |
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