Bad Driving Day

Saturday was a good day for me. I could do my bank related chores that day, could collect my sewn clothes from the tailor and had a get together in the evening.

But...

It was a bad driving-day for me. Maybe I was to blame too. But the other parties involved were no angels either.

First it was when I was happily going to Islamabad, a stupid driver spoilt my mood. I was on the road in front of the airport. I was in the right lane, he was in the left a little ahead of me. Suddenly that man came towards the right. He came so close that I had to apply brakes forcefully. And when I did that, he moved back to the left. I didn’t honk my horn or flash my lights at him. But in his side mirror he was trying to tell me with signs that there was a LOT of space there and I didn't HAVE TO apply brakes. :-P

Then similar thing was done by a bus when I was coming back to Pindi from the reunion. I was in the right most lane and the bus was in the middle one. When I was about to go ahead of it, while staying in my lane, it suddenly came towards right, right on to my car. This time I just pressed the horn and didn't take my hand off till the bus moved to its own lane. (Applied brakes too as I didn’t want to be crushed!) Felt like beating the hell out of the bus driver, but what could I do but to moan and complain inside. :-S

The worst came when I dropped off a pal and was going to go home. I was on the extreme left of the road, and had to turn back. At first a lot of cars were coming that way, so I couldn't break in the line. But then there came a time when I found some space. SO on almost zero speed I started turning the car. That time an overly enthusiastic 'uncle' tried to go past me in a hurry. He was not quick enough and my zero speed was maybe too fast. As a result his green scooter hit the top right edge of the bumper. He instantly stopped and glared at me with anger. (I wonder if I were a boy would he have uttered big fat abuses to me.) The only words that came out of his grunting mouth were 'drive carefully'. I knew it was his fault too, but I said sorry to him, turned my car and started my home ward journey.

The day was great but for driving maybe it was worse.