that street I hate

Thankfully, I don’t have a terrible bus story to tell today. Like a bolt of lightning, I ‘ran’ out of the office at 6 pm sharp yesterday and headed towards the bus stop. The frustrating bus experience I had 2 days ago should not be repeated, I hope, in a long time!

I arrived home safe and sound and in one piece! Bus story, nada. Crossing the road home story, yes I have one.

There’s a street I need to cross before I can insert the door key to our front door. A street with lots of speeding sometimes swerving cars, burly buses and having no pedestrian lane. Nooo!! Yes, horror. Add the fact that at 6:45 p.m., when the mental drivers can’t decide if it’s dusk or dark and don’t turn on the headlights, you get the very dangerous picture. Grey skies, grey road pavement, grey cars camouflaging the whole afternoon scene approaching like it is invible.

Due to the governement’s beautification program, there is this one stretch of island in the middle of the road filled with greens and lots of flowers. Duh! beautiful to look at but it is because of that, there are no pedestrian lanes for commuters who need to go to the opposite side of the road. The next intersection with traffic lights and a crossing lane is another kilometer or so away, so people including myself, tired and worn at work cross the dangerous street with their lives at stake, every-single-day.

I hate crossing this street with the thought that this might be my last, in mind. I have to be cautious, careful and 100% confident that there are no grey cars without headlights invisibly coming my way. Sheesh, even the slight thought of that sends shivers down my spine! So, I stop, look, listen on the average of more than 10 times or wait for the road to completely clear (takes about 10 minutes of waiting!)  before crossing.

Some people decide otherwise and run like they are playing on the road. What if they trip over while running and couldn’t stand at once? I take time to cross, no matter how long it will take as long as it is completely safe. I don’t see the point in being restless and hurrying up at the expense of my precious life! (It’s like hurrying up going to the grave!)