I learned a long time ago to be wary of food rage – that special breed of testy irrationality that tends to trend up as one’s blood glucose runs down. However, it seems food rage is but a trifle compared to the mortal danger that is takeaway haste.
I realised this tonight: shortly after hurtling through an intersection, over a roundabout, and around a corner with just a tad less traction than is generally considered ideal. I was on my way home to enjoy a tasty meal of charcoal chicken and chips.
The delicious aromas wafting from the bag combine with a fear of missing out on my prize at its best to create a perfect storm of urgency and distraction. I’m a woman on a mission, and God help you if you get in my way!
Takeaway haste is not the only threat. The cheat sheet above details common impediments to sensible driving and the relative threat implied. Look out for the next installment on external threats – although (spoiler alert), due to recent events, carpark building columns will be taking out the top spot…