I’m not normally pessimistic about things. In fact I’m a glass half full kind of gal, but there’s one thing I really hate. I mean REALLY hate: Cape Town drivers.

Just a few rules please in case you fall in to this disability category:

1.       Indicators are not optional

2.       It’s not illegal to say thank you (which is just a friendly wave or an erect finger if you’re rather lazy)

3.       The white lines in parking areas are there to outline where your four tyres should stay between and not a suggestion.

4.       The right lane on the high way is in fact the fast lane.

My main gripe as of late is that if you bump into a stationary car, or scratch the side, at least leave a note. The note doesn’t even have to be your contact details, it can just be a polite “Geez I didn’t see your parked car before I drove into it” kind of a letter.

Maybe  if someone bothered to write a note I’d feel less inclined to show my anger via erect middle finger, and maybe I wouldn’t be so intentional as to turn the inside light on at night while flipping someone off  to show my anger, and maybe I would be more forgiving of the general Capetonians unfortunate shortcomings as drivers.

There is nothing worse than happily walking up to your car (that’s parked between the lines) and finding the colour scratched off it anywhere. It’s horrible. It makes me feel bad for the poor car that didn’t deserve that kind of punishment at all. It’s like getting your clothes back from the (overly) expensive Laundromat and finding that your favourite pants are now stained a different colour.

Now that my once clean and unscathed car is sprinkled and seasoned in anonymous injuries I’m considering buying a bike instead. The problem is that then I’d have to worry about being mowed over by many a non-side-mirror-looking-flippin-drivers.

So much for the glass half full view of life.