I am fortunate enough that I can walk to work. I manage to do this about 90% of the time, with the odd subway ride mandated by inclement weather, or simply by being late.
On my 25 minute walk I see a bunch of familiar faces, and sometimes some very odd behaviour. This blog entry begins an occasional series chronicling the things I see.
This evening on the way home I saw a delivery man on a bicycle. He was ringing his bell rather aggressively at a small group of people who were crossing the road in front of him when the pedestrian crossing was clearly indicating that they should wait.
Good man, I thought, until he turned the wrong way into a one-way street and was nearly squashed by a truck.
So much for the rules of the road.
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We see the same peopleon the way to work every morning too and in our minds we have developed whole back-stories for their lives. There's the fat kid crossing the bridge, the loony with messages written all over his shirt about how MI5 are out to get him and, John's favourite, the Pirate. (Who else would wear an eye patch in this day and age?)
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