Floods and buckets
Flooding
Some of you may have heard already about the freaky weather patterns we're having down here in the southern hemisphere - hells, it's happening all over, we're not the only country/continent experiencing extreme weather at the moment.
We've been much luckier here in the city than in the regions - we're just dealing with torrential rain, rather than flooding. Some images appearing in the news this morning from towns around the state (Gundagai, Lockhart and near Wagga Wagga)...
One small win for Clarkie, one giant grin for...well Clarkie
I abhor bad or inconsiderate drivers. When I learnt to drive, I was taught that courtesy and politeness on the roads would be met with the same. And to some extent in England it is; people do actually stop to let other drivers out onto the main road, people do actually make a point of saying thank you.
Sadly, good driving is not one of Australia's more obvious merits... I spent the first six months here taking twice as long getting from A to B because I was letting everyone pull in front of me. I quickly learnt this is unacceptable behaviour and I toughened up. Now I can be just as big a bastard on the roads as the next chick with a bad hairdo and bad attitude. Which is a good segway to my run in with a loathsome bitch yesterday driving home. There's one section of road which becomes two lanes to allow cars to turn right at a set of lights, but during the peak hour many drivers use the small stretch to overtake as much traffic as possible to avoid queuing like the rest of us. Yesterday one awful cow did just this, didn't use her indicators, ran the red light and came up to my side just at the point where the lanes merge back to one immediately after the lights. I'd seen her overtake 13-15 cars who were all unhappy about it, and saw her flick them the finger.
She attempted to muscle her way in front of me so I didn't give an inch. She tried to mount the median to go round me - n'huh honey, not going to work. Eventually she had no choice but to slide in behind me. I smiled at her in my mirror and waved. She flicked me the finger and tailgated me. So I tapped the brakes a couple of times when she least expected it. She responded by casting doubts on the size of my manhood using her pinkie finger.
Oh sweetie - is that all you can come up with? *roll eyes*
So when we came up to a long set of lights I pulled out a black marker pen and piece of paper from my briefcase and wrote a short message questioning the size of HER womanhood. I'll spare you the language...it was hardly gentleman-like but let's just say the general gist implied "sloppy bucket".
At the next lights she pulled up beside me and started gesticulating, so I held up the message. The open-mouthed look on her face as I pulled off and left her sitting in the queue looking very red and very angry made me giggle out loud for almost 10 minutes afterwards. It's the small wins that mean the most.
Which reminds me of another insult JR read out to me recently which also makes me LOL hard.
I wanna high five you.
In the face.
With a chair.
LOLOL
Some of you may have heard already about the freaky weather patterns we're having down here in the southern hemisphere - hells, it's happening all over, we're not the only country/continent experiencing extreme weather at the moment.
We've been much luckier here in the city than in the regions - we're just dealing with torrential rain, rather than flooding. Some images appearing in the news this morning from towns around the state (Gundagai, Lockhart and near Wagga Wagga)...
One small win for Clarkie, one giant grin for...well Clarkie
I abhor bad or inconsiderate drivers. When I learnt to drive, I was taught that courtesy and politeness on the roads would be met with the same. And to some extent in England it is; people do actually stop to let other drivers out onto the main road, people do actually make a point of saying thank you.
Sadly, good driving is not one of Australia's more obvious merits... I spent the first six months here taking twice as long getting from A to B because I was letting everyone pull in front of me. I quickly learnt this is unacceptable behaviour and I toughened up. Now I can be just as big a bastard on the roads as the next chick with a bad hairdo and bad attitude. Which is a good segway to my run in with a loathsome bitch yesterday driving home. There's one section of road which becomes two lanes to allow cars to turn right at a set of lights, but during the peak hour many drivers use the small stretch to overtake as much traffic as possible to avoid queuing like the rest of us. Yesterday one awful cow did just this, didn't use her indicators, ran the red light and came up to my side just at the point where the lanes merge back to one immediately after the lights. I'd seen her overtake 13-15 cars who were all unhappy about it, and saw her flick them the finger.
She attempted to muscle her way in front of me so I didn't give an inch. She tried to mount the median to go round me - n'huh honey, not going to work. Eventually she had no choice but to slide in behind me. I smiled at her in my mirror and waved. She flicked me the finger and tailgated me. So I tapped the brakes a couple of times when she least expected it. She responded by casting doubts on the size of my manhood using her pinkie finger.
Oh sweetie - is that all you can come up with? *roll eyes*
So when we came up to a long set of lights I pulled out a black marker pen and piece of paper from my briefcase and wrote a short message questioning the size of HER womanhood. I'll spare you the language...it was hardly gentleman-like but let's just say the general gist implied "sloppy bucket".
At the next lights she pulled up beside me and started gesticulating, so I held up the message. The open-mouthed look on her face as I pulled off and left her sitting in the queue looking very red and very angry made me giggle out loud for almost 10 minutes afterwards. It's the small wins that mean the most.
Which reminds me of another insult JR read out to me recently which also makes me LOL hard.
I wanna high five you.
In the face.
With a chair.
LOLOL