On sunny Monday afternoon, I was creeping along Eastridge Mall in a slow,
steady stream of traffic, looking for a parking lot. I spotted it,
pulled over and parked.
As I hopped out of my car, a chap in a 4x4
behind me called out, "You're all over the road!" I
immediately asked myself: Was I really all over the road? Could I really
have caused so much distress to the general public if I was? And is it
possible I really have been a trouble all these years and never
realised?
Or perhaps, do some drivers just need to relax a little?
