A couple embrace, entangled on a bench. Spring flowers surround them. Clusters of crocuses, snowdrops talking amongst themselves. About what? Fairies, bunnies and the joy of life, I suspect. Or nuclear physics and nematode space travelers. Who knows? I could be overestimating the cognitive prowess of a puny snowdrop. Regardless, the scene is delightful.
I savoured the sweet moment as I approached the zebra crossing. Waiting at the crossing was an Asian chap in a leather jacket and ominous black beanie. Never trust anyone wearing a black beanie. I watched in horror as he shamelessly messed with the entire fabric of life as we know it.
He was waiting at the crossing for cars to stop but instead of crossing, instead of exercising his right of way, he was waving the cars on. For drivers this is about as irritating as it gets. You slow down to let the lunatic cross and he waves you on.
This happened again and again. Driver after driver showed their displeasure. Eyeballs rolled, middle fingers were raised, hands gesticulated wildly. Crossing had become a Sisyphean task. Car slows, you walk, profligate wave, car moves forward, you step back. The whole process repeats itself.
I gave him the evil eye, darted across and away from the chaos. Safely away I turned to watch. He finally crossed and without further ado headed straight across the grass over the snowdrops. I feared for their lives.