Tuesday morning I went to the dentist. I was in a state of shock because he told me that I need fillings done on a couple teeth. This is big news to me because Morven thinks I have OCD of cleaning my teeth rather fastidiously. My dentists over the last decade have always congratulated me for having “teeth of the week” or whatever. From short discussions with my dentist and hygienist it seems like the suddenly large amounts of electrolyte drinks I’ve consumed this last summer is responsible for my suddenly I have tooth decay. Thanks Powerade.
(Note that I was going to insert a picture of a Powerade bottle here with an “equals” sign followed by a picture of rotting teeth, but decided against it as the ones my search engine found look rather horrible!)
Anyway, in my state of shock I went to go jump on my motorbike, but… what the!?!? What on earth is a flaming scooter doing parked right up my arse? This was opposite the Royal Adelaide Hospital on North Terrace.
My bike was parked in the motorcycle park, with my wheel right up against the curb. A scooter had parked right up my arse with it’s front wheel almost touching my wheel. There were free parks. No idea what possesses someone to park like that. Why would you illegally double-park a motorbiker, when you could illegally park just next to the motorcycle parks and not be in anyone’s way? What is a scooter even doing parking anywhere near a sign that says “Motorcycle parking”? How did the scooter think I would be able to get out? What was there to stop me from pushing the scooter over? Regardless, was pushing the scooter over an invitation? So many questions, so little answers. The only thing stopping me from wheeling the scooter down the road to teach the learner scooter rider a lesson was the fact that I was pretty sure it’d be knocked over before the end of the day anyway, as the arse of the scooter was close enough to the traffic of North Terrace.
For purposes of public shame, I present the number plate of the scooter.
