There’s no denying that commuting in Cape Town is a major ball ache, but occasionally the gods of the asphalt throw in an impromptu floor show to reward the faithful for their daily worship.
I was stopped at the traffic lights at the intersection of Milner Road and Avenue De Mist+ yesterday evening, when I noticed that the driver in front of me was conducting a scrupulously thorough mid-face archaeological investigation (as one does).
So intent was she on her task of extracting that last bit of schnotty goodness from the deepest recesses of her left nasal cavity, that she completely failed to notice when the light changed to green. The driver in the 4×4 behind me politely waited the customary nanosecond that road etiquette demands in such circumstances, before leaning on his hooter with his full weight. Bogeywoman got such a fright that she came close to performing an in-vehicle auto-lobotomy++.
I know it’s not very noble to laugh at the misfortunes of others, but I think I nearly burst my trachea.
+ Interestingly enough, if I’d been facing in the opposite direction, I would have been at the intersection of Belvedere Road and Avenue De Mist. The street names here can be a bit schizophrenic at times.
++ Don’t you just love semantic irony?