Our little community of St Kilda East/Balaclava has, over the past five years, increased hugely in popularity. The tourists who once frequented St Kilda now hang in Balaclava, this despite the deadly threat of the Carlisle Street driver.
Many elderly immigrants living in the area, who are short (not that there is anything wrong with that) can't see much past the steering wheel. Sometimes their manners are somewhat lacking when attempting to 'get that car park first!'. Combine that with rude, impatient, Y gen with massive SUVs; do you, get my drift? The overcrowded car park could possibly be renamed 'Aggression Central'. Beeping at somebody for a nano second's hesitation is common. It annoys the fuck out of me. I hate rude people. Yet I am a hypocrite, as you are soon to discover, dear reader.
Today, as I was walked towards Coles, in my manic state, an elderly, short lady in her car made the unwise decision to beep at me, so she could drive past faster. I was but five yards from the front door of the supermarket.
I channelled Mike Tyson, spun round, walked up to her window and screeched in her face: "WHAT? WHAT? WHAT! THIS. PLACE. IS. FOR. PEDESTRIANS. TOO!"
I have a very loud voice. I am a large woman, and, I screech from my diaphragm.
I doubt that lady will ever beep again. I feel a bit mean, but she was rude first.
I have a very loud voice. I am a large woman, and, I screech from my diaphragm.
I doubt that lady will ever beep again. I feel a bit mean, but she was rude first.
C'est la vie!
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