I'm late so fuck you

This morning I really did try to do a nice thing in traffic. I was over road rage and had come to terms with the extensive time spent in traffic. I was chilling.Going up towards Sandton I saw a car struggling to cross the the road and get in to my lane in front of me. So I see the robot (traffic light) up ahead is red. I stop and flash him to cross over.The little red mini (if you know this story then I'm talking about you Mr Red Mini) behind me, with his toddler in a car seat next to him starts hooting at me. And carries on hooting at me.The robot is STILL red so we are losing no time there is nowhere to go and no harm is being done. But Mr Red Mini is still fucking hooting at me.Eventually the car crosses the road thanks to me being nice (I probably saved him 10 minutes on his trip - good deed done). But as we all know, no good deed goes unpunished. And punished I was. The moron behind me continued to hoot. So the robot turned green, I pulled up my handbreak and calmly asked him what the issue was. He started swearing at me as if I had ran him off the road. He told me he was late and that I was being a wanker. I simply tried to do something nice in the traffic and I got a big "FUCK YOU" back at me.I think I even mentioned that I was trying to do something nice and he told me not to do nice things in the traffic. Give me a break you idiot.I really need to say that this sort of behaviour pisses me off for two simple reasons.1. This man's child was next to him, balling his eyes out because his father is an idiot and swearing and being aggressive. That's traumatic for a child. What if I was an aggressive steroid bunny and got out of my car and smashed Mr Red Mini in the face. What would his child have done then?And 2. Do Not make your being late me problem. Because if you were an organised human being like myself you wouldn't need to swear at nice people like me in the traffic.Dick.

Dodging Jo'burg traffic

I was asked to take part in a bit of a test run of a very groovy piece of transport. Vespa's are kick ass. I was fetched by Jeff, from the Vespa who popped me on the back of his little scooter and told me to hold on. He wasn't kidding about holding on, that little Vespa flew down the streets and in amongst and between the traffic like nothing I'd experienced.Purchase of a Vespa is not for everyone at all, in fact they are fairly overpriced if you ask me. The people at Vespa are well aware of their scooter almost being the most expensive around but they aren't ashamed of it. The scooter is apparently an aspirational means of transport for people not a necessary, as far as I understand. But I personally feel like it is a great way to get from A to B and maybe visit C along the way.I wouldn't take my girlfriend on one as her hairdo would either be destroyed by the helmet or the wind. However a 2-stroke Vespa has been known to make a girl purr in the past apparently, if you know what I mean.It took us a whopping 10 minutes to get from Rivonia to Design Quarter in Fourways and that was in 9am traffic. Incredible. I must say that it is a whole different experience to be so close to cars and their tyres. Looking straight in to windows and seeing a whole person was a bit strange too. But I think if I had the necessary cash to buy one I would. A Vespa is a statement, not a predominant one in SA yet, but soon to be a very hip when traffic becomes a problem (more of a problem at least).