(The counter-post to On The Train.)
Friday lunchtime, Bourke Street.
A car, let’s call it car A, waits in the tram lane to turn right. There’s no traffic coming the other way, but he sits there, for no apparent reason. A tram comes up behind, with perhaps 100 people on it. On their behalf, the tram driver dings at car A, which starts its turn to move out of the way. The tram goes past, now car A is perpendicular to the traffic. With some manoevring he finishes doing a U-turn. Now he’s double-parked.
Another car, B, is double-parked in front of him. They both sit there.
Car C is at the kerb, trying to get out. Blocked by the two double-parked A and B, who both want his space.
For a minute or two, they engage in a little posturing. Forward a few inches, back a few inches. The driver of car B gets out of his car, walks back to car A and gesticulates with some enthusiasm, then gets back in his car. More car posturing, as I watch in amazement. Car C is going nowhere, and some traffic is banking up behind them, some is dodging around them.
After another minute, the driver of car A takes a moment out from his lunchtime road rage to look across the street, where another space has appeared. He executes another quick U-turn, and parks there. Car C gets out, car B takes his place.
And everyone’s happy. Well, actually those two idiots are probably fuming, but hey, I got free lunchtime entertainment, so I’m happy.