Yes, I was well and truly jammed in with the doughnuts, squeezed by the meringues and almost spread thinly across the bread counter today. All because I had gone into the local baker’s for a bag of doughnuts. It’s a typical high street bakers, a nice little shop, the emphasis being on little and with one of those rope barriers just inside the door to hold back the queue. And therein lay the problem.
Some woman in what can only be described as a monster mobility scooter, more 4 x 4 than ‘scooter’, came in for her loaf and cream cakes. Only just able to negotiate the width of the doorway in her tractor she came to an abrupt stop. The shop was busy, there was nowhere for her tank to trundle. Result, not so much a traffic jam (another reference to doughnuts, I do like doughnuts), as a complete blockage, a standstill. A stalemate, which is not good in a bread shop, no one in and no one out. Not that is until she was served and with large white safely stowed could set her cart to reverse which she then proceeded to do in a cacophony of beeps, ‘vehicle reversing’ and flashing lights.
Consideration, madame. You may well be disabled, suffer from some illness that makes getting around difficult or simply too lazy to walk, I don’t know. What I do know is that there is no need to behave like that and ride roughshod over one and all, bulldoze pedestrians into the nearest gutter, or in this case ‘kettle’ shoppers in the bread queue.
It’s getting to the point where you stand more chance of being mown down and injured actually on the pavement than you do crossing the road. Time to bring back the man with the red flag to walk in front of these ‘mobility scooters’. Always the same, the minority tarnish the reputation of the majority.
One small mercy, she didn’t smash and grab all the doughnuts!