12 Stages Of Emotion You Feel In Dubai Traffic
Now you can't even have a sip of water to take the edge off it
In Dubai, traffic jams are something we deal with every day, and the raw, uncontrollable human emotion you feel when you're stuck in one is overpowering. Now you can't even have a sip of water to try and control that anger...or drive through a McDonald's, and have a burger on the go, to take the edge off things.
Recognise any of these feelings?
It starts off so well. The sun is shining, you've got your shades on, the radio is playing your favourite song, you’ve even hit a green light or two.
Today's going to be a good day...right?
2. Slight impatience
And then...you roll up behind a Citroen that's crawling along Sheikh Zayed. Hang on...is it even moving? Is it actually just parked in the middle lane?
Why is everyone slowing down? And...stopping. Oh we're standing still. You feel like this Citroen guy is the one who is to blame, even though deep inside, you know if you’d left that little bit earlier you wouldn't be stuck behind this fool.
To make matters worse, some other dude whizzes past in the emergency lane. Not only was that a BLATANT disregard for the rules but you’re also extremely cross you didn't have the balls to follow him. ARGHHHH!
Actually, what are the chances of getting caught if you did follow that dude into the emergency lane?
"If I just edge out to the left a little here...NOPE, nope, can't do it, back in line I go!"
Damn! In that split second of doubt, you've managed to spill your illegal coffee down your leg. Then, out of nowhere, the Citroen guy veers quickly left, onto the emergency lane and he's out of sight within seconds! You should have gone for it....WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST BREAK ANOTHER RULE...YOU ALREADY HAD THE COFFEE!
What are you thinking? You're not some rule breaker! Not really, the coffee was just an oversight. Pull yourself together man, it's only a traffic jam. Pop on some tunes and settle back in for ride.
Virgin radio just announced an accident near MOE. You wish you had worn more comfortable pants because you now know this is going to be a long one.
At least you don't have a car full of kiddies and the "frozen" song blaring like the poor schmuck in the car next to you.
Ho hum... " I wonder if I can spell my name backwards three times fast ...."
Oohhh 15 km per hour...you might be finally going places!
There she looms before you, beautiful exit number 29. You smugly indicate and veer left, taking no pity on the poor unfortunates still stuck in traffic behind you. You're a winner! It only took 45-minutes to do that 10-minute drive...oh.