What is it about Friday afternoon that sends everybody completely flaming nuts? I pulled out of the office and had 3 near death experiences in the following 5 minutes.
It started with a taxi driver being a bit too desperate for a fare - he changed lanes right into me without looking or indicating. His driving was so obnoxious that a bus driver pulled over in front of him and deliberately blocked him in. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only annoyed person on George St, and the side benefit was that the bus was so close to the taxi, it prevented me from stomping up to the driver's door and giving him a good thumping. I was literally boiling with rage at the close call.
About a minute later, I'm following a stream of traffic when a car coming the other way just decides to turn right across the stream - which meant turning directly into me. And he did it quickly too, leaving me no time to react. The only thing that saved me is that I was moving fast enough to get out of his way before he collected me.
At that point, I didn't think it could get any worse, but then not long after, a driver overtook me and then pulled over straight in front of me - again without indicating. It was just brake and swerve. I seem to have a sixth sense about these things, so I easily avoided another prang.
The traffic was no heavier than a normal work day. There was nothing wrong with the weather, and there were no road works. The problem was that drivers were just mental - fed up, aggressive and possibly drunk. Most days, my commute is pretty cruisey - low risk and no hassles. And then everything hits you at once.