The bus used to send me into a frothing rage.
For some reason, the drivers on the route that goes down our street are unable to read properly and, as such, interpret the 25 MPH sign as being '45 MPH or above; whatever makes you go faster!'. They speed down the road with so much force that there have been accidents; no loss of human life, but there were several traffic sign casualties. We have kids, elderly people, a deaf couple and a blind couple on our street, not that the bastard drivers should be doing twice the legal limit in the first place. Complaints to the city have had no effect (surprise!).


Then the new couple moved in across the street. On one of their first days here, their dog ran out of the house and toward my yard, right in the path of the oncoming bus. NewGal rushed out in front of the bus, which managed to brake in time, grabbed her dog and gave the driver an earful for treating our road like his personal speedway. That night, NewGuy parked his car on the street, since NewGal had to leave early the following morning. Now, most people on the street either have a drive large enough to accommodate more than one car or only have one car to begin with, so almost no one parks on the street. It seems we should have done.

The next morning, instead of playing chicken like the drivers did with moving cars, the bus crept by at a snail's pace lest there be a collision between it the parked car -- something the city would, at last, be unable to ignore. All day long and into the night, the drivers obeyed the limit. The next day, another neighbour parked his car on the street. Then another further down the block did the same. Now, three weeks on, not a single one of the sign-downing, dog-hitting, speed-happy fuckers dares to go anywhere near as fast as they did before, because every day there's a different pattern of parked cars on the street for them to dodge and since we're all legally allowed to park there, there isn't a damn thing they can do!
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 21:17, Reply)