I refuse to drive until Christmas is over. I swear, here in my sleepy old corner of Oxfordshire, the IQ of the average driver has dropped significanly. What's more, I think that the closer it gets to Christmas, the lower the inteligence of people who get behind the wheel will get.
Today, I witnesses a woman 4X4 driver, holding up the traffic in the town's highstreet, because she was pointing something out to her male passenger. He even looked back, I watched him, only instead of prompting her to drive on, as I would normally expect, he sat and nodded. The traffic lights at the end of the road had well changed by the time she decided to move on, and she proceeded to drive straight through the red... Amazing.
I wish I could say I had more faith in Xmas pedestrians, but no. As the days role by, they seem to become even more suicidal. The lights change, you begin to move off, and still young mums with push chairs chance their luck (Or rather their children's luck, as the buggy is in the road first) And they would no doubt scream blue murder that it was the drivers fault that their child was killed.
Xmas - turns normal rational poeple into mindless morons. I'm gonna stay home... Or let the wife drive. I've had enough.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS