People go on about road rage and say how dangerous a thing that is to succumb to, but few people – at least in my experience – discuss pedestrian rage, yet to my mind it is even more frightening. After all, in a car you’re protected from the outside world by thick glass and even thicker metal, but if you run into trouble while on foot then unless you are very strange and walking around in a suit of armour you are going to feel a lot more vulnerable.
When I came across an extreme bout of road rage the other day – a man in a suit having a go at a woman who was clearly quite shaken – I wasn’t sure what to do. It’s not in my nature to step in and play the big man, you see. I am a passive soul, or what some people (who are wrong I’ll have you know) might otherwise refer to as a “coward” (and they are wrong, you know).
So there I was: finally I had decided to step in because the man was really shouting. Across the road, a man in blue overalls – he was standing in front of a Bedford fuel services van: I had memorized these details just in case I found myself before a judge in a court of law – watched and then he started to cross, coming towards us. I was in luck.
Only I was not in luck. The man in blue overalls started to shout at me and the woman, and it was all a mess. I still had no idea what this woman had done at this time, and then, as I looked at what she was holding and more people came running up behind me shouting “she stole this woman’s bag! Stop her!” I started to get the idea...
There you have it. Sometimes you think it’s a simple case of pedestrian rage and it turns out to be anything but!
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