A few days ago I mentioned in the Coffee shop Group here at Bookrix that middle-aged women experience this strange phenomenon: the moment they turn 45, they turn invisible. Immediately, one participant in the conversation regaled us with a tale of having that very same thing happening to her when she and a friend went to a bar. As if to prove a point, last night, when I left a real coffee shop here in the UK, I nearly got run... mehr anzeigen
A few days ago I mentioned in the Coffee shop Group here at Bookrix that middle-aged women experience this strange phenomenon: the moment they turn 45, they turn invisible. Immediately, one participant in the conversation regaled us with a tale of having that very same thing happening to her when she and a friend went to a bar. As if to prove a point, last night, when I left a real coffee shop here in the UK, I nearly got run over by a cyclist. Darting out of a totally dark park without his own lights on, the young lad nearly flattened me.
He hadn't bothered looking left or right or even ahead, just hurtled out of the park without taking any notice of potential pedestrians. Although the lad asked me in a rather shaken voice if I was alright and only cycled off when he was satisfied that I really was unhurt, I was rather angry. Silly sausage. If my ample frame hadn't stopped him, he'd gone straight into the road and smack into oncoming traffic of a far more solid kind. It's getting autumnal again kids, put your lights on when you're out cycling!
You know the old adage...don't hide your light under a bushel....well, make yourself visible kids, for bookworm's sake! And the same goes, of course, for all of us middle-aged women out there:)
This sounds like the beginning of a very Literary novel.
To be sure, Maria:)
Or the start of my getting involved in some light-up-your-bike campaign!