As I am wont to do at the end of the work day, I departed the office . I then stopped to spend an exorbitant $101 on diesel. I continued my homeward journey along Victoria Parade and St, heading to Dynon Road and the freeway.
Approaching the set of lights at an intersection around Peel Street, the lights turning amber, I glanced behind me to see if it was safe to stop, as you do.
There was a little grey car behind me with roof racks. The driver was male. Quite a reasonable looking male, I think. I couldn’t really see though, because this driver was rather, shall we say, preoccupied. We have laws about the use of mobile phones in cars, I think there are a few other devices we need to add to the list, in this day of mobile, cordless devices.
HE. WAS. SHAVING!
His face, nothing hmmmmmm, lower, thankfully.
When I turned at Hawke Street. he was STILL behind me and STILL SHAVING!
You can check out the ensuing Twitter conversation by clicking on the timestamp!
He nearly ran up the back of me twice because he was so busy feeling his face, then shaving a bit, then feeling his face again. At least that is what he was doing at the lights and trust me, I was keeping an eagle eye on him as I approached the next set of lights. And the next.
Reminded me of the woman who walked into moving traffic in front of me while engrossed in her smartphone.
Behind the wheel of a car IS NOT a place to be shaving. I don’t care if you have a date with the Queen of Sheba, keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road.
And they wonder why women live longer than men…….