Why I should stay home on the weekends

Sunday night. Already. Weekends aren't what they used to be. They're definitely making them shorter these days.

I went shopping on Saturday afternoon for plastic storage boxes. Hey, just call me domesticated. What can I say, plastic storage boxes do it for me. I came away not only with a large box (for Matthew's Action Men toys), and a medium box (for Matthew's Playmobil police station pieces), and a small box (for Lego blocks), but also a whole bunch of Christmas stuff that I had no intention of buying until I was there. Wrapping paper, stocking stuffers, advent calendars for the boys, decorations. In New Zealand, we don't really do Halloween and we don't have Thanksgiving, so we plough right on into that Christmas spirit early.

Like two whole months early. We must be crazy.

On the way back home, with my car loaded with enough cheap Christmas gear to keep a Taiwanese factory going for a month, I remembered why I hate driving in the city on the weekends. Or any day of the week, come to think of it. Idiot drivers.

I'd like to impart a few words of collective wisdom to those drivers who should not be on the road:

1. Indicator lights. Have somebody point these out to you one day. They are the little lights on the back of your car which lets the driver behind you know that you are going to make a left hand turn in three seconds. Quite useful really.

2. When the sign says 70, and the roads are clear, and the sky is blue — you can actually go 70. Try it sometime. You may find yourself pleasantly surprised.

3. Roundabouts (rotaries to you North Americans). When you come to a roundabout, you slow down, you look right... if there are no cars coming, guess what, you can go! You do not have to stop and wait. And you especially do not have to stop and wait for the car on your left to go, because you have right of way, you idiot!!

4. When I am coming around the large roundabout at Kilbirnie, or zooming out of the Mount Victoria tunnel, do not, I repeat do not think you have just enough time to pull out in front of me. You do not. I am just shifting up into third, and picking up speed, and it really pisses me off when I have to brake for you. You idiot.

5. When it's the middle of rush hour and we are stuck in traffic, don't bother beeping your horn behind me. Okay. I can't go anywhere. The person in front of me can't go anywhere. So we might as well all just save ourselves the heart attack, sit back, relax, and think of nice calm things.

Bad drivers. Man. Enough to give a person an ulcer. Just as well I usually take the bus to work.

after 5 years in the UK i have come to realise just how bad NZ drivers are. lack of skills, ignorance and arrogance are a bad mixture in drivers.........

oh, and one i'd like to add:

6. if you are on a 3 lane highway you don't have to sit in the outside lane to do 20 below the speed limit. you can actually move over so that people don't have to pass you on the inside. *pet hate*

oh man, I am so glad I'm not the only one who thinks that! I think NZ drivers are the worst, most aggressive, arrogant drivers that I have ever encountered.

yep - it's the "this is my part of the road and i own it" thing going on :(

I just love those plastic bins for everything and anything. I have closets full of them! I am glad to see that bad driving isn't limited to those here in Canada. Loved this entry!

ugh... makes you want to stay home doesn't it? Them drivers out there that have no sense are a real bother to those of us that do.

My pet hate (and it's happened to me three times since living in my house) is when I'm right turning into my driveway from the other side of the road and stupid idiotic brainless sh*& for brain drivers overtake me on the right. Arrgh!