The balance has well and truly been restored on the way home, given my excellent commute this morning
A taxi tried to move into my lane on Bond street as though I wasn't there, and I was right alongside him so couldn't just let him go as I normally would, all I could see was his bonnet coming towards me as he started to swing into the space I was occupying.
I swerved a bit, let out a bloodcurdling scream, and blasphemed at the taxi driver (I wish I could stop the blasphemy at times of stress, it would really upset my nan if she knew
). He stopped trying to drive into me when he heard the scream...must have woken him up
The peds on Bond St jumped out of their skin when I screamed, and I felt a bit stupid and overdramatic given that he hadn't actually touched me - but without it, I reckon he would have kept going and I'd have been off, especially as the roads are so greasy at the moment.
I don't get it. If he'd glanced to his left just a tad, he would have seen me through his fecking window.