When I get a free day I don’t like to sleep in, or hang around the house picking my nose. I’d much rather go to the beach and lie on my over priced Sun bed, under my equally over priced umbrella ( ella , ella , ella …heq hem sorry just a side note there!) with the sea breeze caressing my clammy, sweaty skin! Er….doesn’t paint a pretty picture now does it?
Well Thursday was way too hot and I hadn’t been to the beach in a while so I packed my beach bag, grabbed my 14 year old sister and headed off to Paradise Bay. The beach was lovely, not too many people. Only a man who trod over his own dog and left the beach in a flurry with the poor disabled pup in a towel AND a woman frantically screaming and sobbing following him. Also an annoying mother shouting to her son whilst bathing in the sea, something about where his spade was, in a blue bag or something? Didn’t really care to know all the detail, but we got that anyway!
So, yeah , it was quite a relaxing afternoon all in all, which had to end earlier than I would have liked to, alas my sibling duties required me to take my sister to her ballet lesson. The drive back from the beach is always a bit of a let down. Gone is the fresh sea breeze and suddenly you’re inhaling the hot air and fumes oozing out of the jet black tarmac. Sweat beads gather on my forehead and upper lip and I can taste the salty residue whilst it starts stinging.
I drive behind this ‘Sunday Driver’ on the coast road, whilst the terrible urge to yell “Hey Dude! It happens to be Thursday!” grows uncontrollably. At least I have my sister’s company, and might I add the innocence of a 14 year old is quite amusing! ( I thank God my parents have kept her that way!) As soon as I got to ‘Splash n Fun’ this moron just drove out of the side road with no indication whatsoever. He nearly drove into me so I swerved dangerously and hooted my horn, you know how it is, it’s just instinct I guess.
Anyway, initially the young ‘strapping (NOT) lad, let it pass by, almost as though he realised his mistake, but soon enough as I drove further on, he must have seen my number plate and thought it would be ‘funny’ to re-create a ‘Paparazzo’ moment.
Through my rear view mirror I could see him speeding towards me, drove right next to me, over took me, almost pushed me into the wall, gave me the ‘ignorant yet aggressive look’, hooted his horn and waved his fat middle finger violently out of his car!
At that point I thought I was going to explode. The road rage gremlins must have gotten a hold of me and poisoned my mind! I drove frantically trying to catch up with this twit, which obviously was a highly irresponsible thing to do, but by then my blood was boiling. I just couldn’t let this clown get away with it.
When I finally did reach him at the traffic lights in front of Luxol, I screamed foul dirty language at him, while he claimed he was ‘only Joking’ ….my little sister, bless her, closed my window …GVZZZZZZZ and I sat there trying to let off my steam. She turned to me and said “if he was joking why aren’t we laughing?....” I thought that was hilarious…..so we drove off and then just before she left the car to go to her ballet lesson she looked at me and said “ Ir I really don’t think you should swear like that…it’s not going solve anything!” and that was a lesson to be learnt from my 14 year old sister! “So much for setting an example!” I thought, so red faced I drove off home and promised myself I would try to stop the cursing and I would listen to what some of our younger generation has to say more often!