They come out of nowhere. They don't signal. They rarely use headlights. They park in inconvenient places. They drive in the middle of the road when you're trying to get places. They park their bikes in front of shops making it difficult to get in. As they are all but silent, they sneak up on you as you're walking on the footpath scaring the loving bejeezus out of you. And they're often rude. And cut in front of you like a kamikaze pilot in 1945. And there is that look in their eye which screams at you "get the fuck out of my way."
Sure, in this gig economy, everybody is entitled to earn a wage, and since we office workers are at home, ordering in can be seen as the done thing to do. I have friends who order in bubble tea for heaven's sake.
I see one of those electronic bikes with their overzealous drivers and I think target practice.
20 points for a Hungry Panda driver.
Seriously, is it that hard to go pick up your take out?
The walk will do you good.
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