Rush … not the Canadian band, as good as they are, just rush. Everybody seems to be in a rush. I’m travelling down the road at just a couple of miles under the speed limit, and there is some idiot in his/her SUV weaving from side to side waiting to pass me. Then they do and 60 seconds later I’m pulling up behind fool at the roundabout. Their ‘rushing’ got them no further than me. What was the point? Then, when these people get in the supermarket, their ‘rushing’ seems to evaporate. They stroll around the store with no spacial awareness whatsoever. Walking three abreast down the aisles. Looking at me as if I’m Satan’s advocate on Earth, just because I’m in a bit of a rush! God, I hate shopping!
I would like to talk about the band called Rush, but they are nothing but a name that came to me when I saw this prompt. To be honest, I thought they were a girl rock band … I think I should stop now.
(So they are not a girl rock band? I must have forgot. I’m getting old. Too old to be rushing about.)