With the entertainingly irascible Fumier sadly retired from blogging (don't be fooled by the impostor who's usurped his blog name), someone has to keep up his valuable tradition of skewering Hong Kong's awful drivers, so let's get started. Last night our car broke down in Kowloon Tong, leaving me and my wife sitting just off Cornwall Street for half an hour awaiting the tow truck, with the emergency flashers on. During that time, I can't count the number of idiots who drove up to within a couple of feet behind us, then hooted irritably on finding we weren't moving, and they would have to reverse out in order to get past us.
See here dummies, it works like this: when a car is flashing its emergency lights, that's a sign that something's wrong. If you're smart, you don't wait until you're almost bumper-to-bumper with it to find out that it's blocking your way. You slow down, observe the situation, and change to another lane in plenty of time.
Oh, I forgot. You're not smart, are you? How the hell did you even pass a driving test in the first place?
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3 comments:
What ever gave you the misguided impression that hazard warning lights were for cars that had broken down.
Totally ridiculous, they are for people stopping, turning left, when its raining etc etc etc. It is well known that when you break down you take a sheet of newspaper and hang it over the number plate. Guess its a bit like blanking out the logo when you set fire to a plane in Japan.
Well, it was raining bucketloads - which means the sheet of newspaper wouldn't have lasted long, and I didn't have one handy anyway. Guess I should always carry one, eh?
Probably it should be a laminated sheet that is held in place by the hazard warning triangle somehow.
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