Do you feel like swearing while driving?

Though it is not pleasant, very often it is the only way to express yourself to some people who call themselves as ‘drivers’. Examples of some situations in which some of you (including myself) can perhaps let a few words escape :
- Someone suddenly coming into your way without putting any hazard lights to show his/her intention.
- Someone driving so slowly that you finally overtake him and notice that he is talking on a mobile phone.
- Cars making their way through pavement or sides of roads to avoid traffics and finally coming right in front of you when they see some space, without any signals!
- Someone overtaking in your left…
- When you find your car without any wheels, lol.
- When someone is throwing stones at passing cars.
(btw, a person was recently arrested and condemned by court) - This list is infinite!
And what if your neighbor regularly parks his car carelessly on the road, forcing you to drive off of the road?

In 90% of the cases described above, I might most probably ‘forgive’ him if he makes/shows some sign to acknowledge that he committed an error. These might be :
- A signal with his hand
- putting both of this hazard lights for 1-2secs.
Though it doesn’t mean anything in the “code de la route” or in any law, switching on both hazard lights is a very common practice in Mauritius to communicate to drivers behind you. Most often, this action is used to thank the driver in the car behind you. It might be applicable in many cases.
So, if ever you come across my car and you heard someone swearing at you, you have most probably committed a serious error which could have caused an accident!
Some funny *wtf*!
Let’s calm down with this funny picture posted a few months ago…


Some people previously said that the driver might probably have an urgent meeting or something. It might really worth paying a fine in that case.
Say something now!
I am sure that many among you have more examples or perhaps personal experiences to quote here, isn’t it?
Please, feel free to share…




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