There is ... something... about car parks, that seems to have an effect on a high percentage of the public. Wether it is a 'scent' of some kind, the strange and mystical angles of the painted lines, or an inherent possesion of beings from another plane of existence while near these sacred sigils, but the standard self-preservation instinct seems to flee all semblence of inhabitence of their body.
((Wow, thats a really long sentence. - Ed.))
Why do I bring this up, you ask?
EVERY SINGLE time I'm reversing out of a carpark (or into, but only when reversing) People decide this is still a good time to walk along behind my car. And I don't mean the gentleman or woman across the road, I mean the people who help polish that bumper to a shine. What the hell? I may be moving slowly (because of people like this) but its still going to hurt you!
PSA dear public - Situational awareness is still a good thing! That, and get the hell out of the way!
((Wow, thats a really long sentence. - Ed.))

Why do I bring this up, you ask?
EVERY SINGLE time I'm reversing out of a carpark (or into, but only when reversing) People decide this is still a good time to walk along behind my car. And I don't mean the gentleman or woman across the road, I mean the people who help polish that bumper to a shine. What the hell? I may be moving slowly (because of people like this) but its still going to hurt you!
PSA dear public - Situational awareness is still a good thing! That, and get the hell out of the way!

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