And so the day came
when the risk to blossom
took more pain
than the risk to remain.
- 6.45pm. Pooting merrily back home. Maybe not so merrily, but still pooting, nevertheless.
- I’m in the middle lane of a three-lane road.
- Left lane is a bus lane that’s in operation so technically I’m in in the slow-moving vehicle lane.
- Comfort cab in right-most lane drives recklessly – as usual – and opportunistically (or recklessly, perhaps) swerves into my lane.
- Whatever for? I don’t know. There is no space to be had and I am occupying the lane.
- Still. Comfort cab drives recklessly – as usual – and opportunistically (or recklessly, perhaps) swerves into my lane, nearly side-swiping me in the process.
- Did I mention the Comfort cab was driving recklessly? I did? Well, the Comfort cab was rather reckless and it nearly side-swiped me.
- Without warning, the Comfort cab recklessly swerves away from me, back into the right-most lane, from whence it recklessly came.
- Wanted to be angry, but decided against it because I found the irony too… ironic.
- The Comfort cab had on its bumper an advertising sticker from W!ld Rice’s Emily of Emerald Hill show which said: “DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT MADE ME WHAT I AM?”
- I have appended a visual of what said taxi looks like for your kind perusal.
- Laugh. Or at least pretend to like it.
