It’s been a busy week for me. I can’t think of a great deal that’s overly interesting to write about – just a couple of notable incidents.
On Wednesday evening I was driving home. Imagine my surprise when, on the opposite side of the highway, I see an electric wheelchair rolling down the road, with cars following close behind it. The wheelchair was in the right hand turning lane, but when that lane ended, the guy in it looked around and moved into the next lane over and went on down the highway.
That’s not a good thing to do in peak hour traffic. Well, not if you value your life, anyway. This guy obviously either didn’t, or his judgement in such matters was severely impaired.
So when I got a chance, I pulled over and called the cops. I could tell the operator didn’t seem to quite grasp the situation, until she said "oh, he’s on the actual road?" "Yes!" After that I drove on. I don’t know what, if anything, they did about it, but since then I haven’t read in the newspaper about any bizarre wheelchair accidents on the Nepean Highway, so I’m hoping the guy eventually got off the road intact.
Then on Friday night I was having dinner in Acland Street when across the street, one tribe of teenagers apparently bumped into another tribe of teenagers. A scuffle broke out, someone ended up on the ground, and for a few tense moments it looked like it would break into a full blown fight. One kid picked up a chair and held it up, and us al frescoers watched intently to see what would happen.
Then some of the more sensible among them pulled the others back, and after a few mean looks and a threat or two, both groups went on their way. Someone from the cafe the chair had come from came out and put it and its chairy colleagues away, and we all went back to our meals.