As I was approaching home after my morning stroll I met an angry young man (probably about 18) in a hurry, heading towards me in an old Hyundai with a cranking and much younger audio system. He was very annoyed at having to indicate and move out to go around me and stopped to yell at me to, “Walk on the f***ing footpath, arsehole”. I replied, “Thank you for taking the time to stop and remind me.” I think he missed the irony as he hurtled off.

When did life get so tough that using an indicator and turning a steering wheel could be so traumatic?

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