This morning's commute and other commuting stories

Bodybuilder-shaped builder saunters slowly across a pelican crossing this morning, going deliberately slowly with a grin as I come from one direction and another cyclist comes from the other. I slow right down, wait for him to pass, but nip behind him before he's fully across. He's been waiting for this and is ready with a weird backwards kick - lunging his leg out at me horizontally as he's still facing in the same direction, crossing the road. He'd clearly planned it. Yeah, I was in the wrong, but I'd given him loads of space. Enough, in fact, that he missed me by a good foot even at full reach.

Sorry for being a tad naughty but still giving you ample space, but you're a nutjob...

wac