Night 2 in Edinburgh... itinerary:
See specialist = check
Go to confession= check
Try and fail to get glasses fixed = check
Go to mass in cathedral = check
Get into argument with bus driver = check
Have beans and sausage for tea= check
But of fruit = check
Choc biscuits = check
Second coffee on go = check
Then bed...
Just to clarify the clarification = am stuck in traffic where roadworks have blocked off traffic-lights so all we can do is bleed into lane as best we can. Taxi driver in a merc leaves about a 10 ft gap looks at me so I think "thanks". I wave and go to pull out, a which point he floors it and races into the gap. Mm. So, the bus, which is some 30ft back from this and having seen it os looming directly at me, so I think, isn't that kind, he's seen what taxi did and has decided to let me out, so, again I wave and pull out. Then the hooter and flashing lights happen with me thinking, he's still 3oft away why is he even bothered. Slow moving traffic so he races to catch up still tooting and flashing. So I'm thinking, mm, a psycho, but don't worry, now he's up my arsenal he'll see the disabled stickers all over the back and hopefully calm down, but he doesn't. So I'm left with option one, wind down window and wave ... however this psycho may think that's way too aloof (what is the international hand signal for apology by the way, anyone know?) Option two, be psycho back and give the finger, which could, given we're in a jam lead him to get out of his cab and try to have it out with me, which, given that I'm strapped in a wheelchair would make it Nigh on impossible to escape from. Or option three, do nothing and hope he loses interest. I went with three because I have tinted privacy glass so he couldn't see me or that I could actually see him clearly. So the question is, am I a bad person for being glad when he finally ran out of puff and left me alone? And, what do you think the passengers thought of his rant?
Just to clarify by the way, my definition of argument with bus driver, = think he's letting me out, so pull out only for him to start smashing his hooter and flashing his lights, then think, well he'll see my disabled stickers now and realise it was prob a mistake and calm down but oh no... more flashing and tooting, so I maintain a dignified silence, completely ignore him and totally relish the victory as I see him blow out of gas and give up... oh yes.
Well that sounds like a pretty successful day to me, a shame about the glasses though.