Bah Humbug

I am entertained to see that the Christmas holiday rush is now in full swing. Here in Sydney we are enjoying Christmas in all its forms: The Christmas Strike (that is industrial action, not offensive strikes from drones....however I admit those things do sound similar), The Great Taxi Drought (part II to come on New Years Eve), the Great Shopping Nausea.

The masses teem on the streets, desperate to achieve shopping Nirvana. Stressed and irrational, they drive erratically, walk erratically, push prams erratically. I even had someone confront me from a four wheel mobility scooter. There are a few of these in my area, usually propelled at high speed on the pavement, scattering pedestrians in their wake. The drivers may be mobile without their scooters - one at least is often parked at the foot of some stairs while the owner climbs them to sip a coffee. Nothing wrong with that - it simply shows that one cannot make assumptions about how mobile the person on the scooter is.

So, I'm at a shop door and a mobility scooter mounted lady appears behind me and stops in the same shop doorway. Holding the door open politely I wait. And wait. Finally to break the deadlock I politely enquire whether the lady is coming in. Indicating her mobility scooter mounted state she snaps "Well I can't can I?" That told me. I'll remember in future to slam the door, fast. No doubt on someone who does want to come in. That, too, will teach me. One can only say "Bah Humbug".