The woman approaching me is beaming and deliberately being
friendly at me. As she approaches I can
tell that she has honed her Friendly skills to a sharp edge and is not afraid
to use them.
She is pulling a small trolley behind her, so my first
thought is that she is lost and trying to find the local bus or train station –
something which the local authorities, in their infinite wisdom, seem to have
decided needs to be an exercise in Zen Navigation, as opposed to actually
findable. My brain is still trying to
cope with the business of remembering my PIN for the cash point (note that I
deliberately refrained from calling it a PIN Number, because of course the N
stands for Number anyway)
“Hello” she says, her smile turned all the way up to
supernova levels now, “I’m from local radio.
We’re just trying to find opinions of local people on the new
restrictions on speed in the centre, and the decision to remove traffic lights –
would you care to comment?”
I look at her through a thick dense fog of sleep, wondering
how long it will take my brain to finish having its shower, eat its bowl of
cornflakes, hop on a bus and catch up with my body.
Over the next few minutes as I find the nearest branch of
Expense-o-Coffee and my brain finally reboots from the night I find myself
responding that the decision is the latest in a long line of contradictory
plans that seem to be wilfully designed to confuse and annoy in the manner that
only “Town Planning” can manage – spending hundreds of tax payers monies only
to change their minds six months later.
I decide that any decision to remove traffic lights, regardless of a
decrease of speed, is an invitation to murder for all of the drivers that would
happily run you over just to shave off thirty seconds from their journey.
I also decide that the recent decision to close one of the
subways and put a pedestrian crossing across the busiest roundabout in 20 miles
is so certain to cause death within 2 weeks that you’d never get decent odds at
Vegas on anything else.
But at that moment, as my poor old sleep-addled brain stares
at her from beyond a veil of morning fog, all I can manage to reply is “erm…..dunno”
8 comments:
I think "dunno" is a perfectly good answer.
Agreed.
There is no rational response to the capricious and ill-thought-out 'schemes' that our beloved council are wont to foist upon us.
She was "friendly AT you"? Hmmm....
I think I would have to be able to see the streets and traffic lights in question, but you're right about them spending tax payer money and then changing their mind.
I'm also not really sure how taking away traffic lights would slow traffic down.
Stephen - sometimes it is
Argent - indeed not
Samurai - yes, willfully and with malice aforethought friendly AT me
Here I am late to the party as usual. My brain is always in a muddle because sometimes it gets caffeine at 7:30 & sometimes at 8:30 & sometimes not until noon. And today it didn't get any until 2:00! So my answer would probably have been "I dunno" too :)
Hee hee
Brain? What is that again?... I've just been having a very nice time catching up with pixie world events and glad to see life is still going on with you ;)
What you said is of little importance compared with the brilliance backing it up!
Sounds like the city is playing "chicken" with people. You be careful out there!
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