Two weeks ago, I was in the unfortunate position of having to drive home from the city on a Friday night, when one of the biggest rugby league games this year (well, in Brisbane terms anyway) was taking place at Suncorp Stadium. Basically, the police cordoned off all the roads around the venue and put up ridiculous detour signs. It took me almost an hour and a half to get home.
Then today, with the extreme weather and resultant flash floods we've been having, I found myself trying to make my way home from school late at night, and again, the roads were cordoned off and there were silly little men, in psychadelic flourescent vests and with airline controller batons, directing you off into the ether.
The thing that gets me is this - they put detour signs up at the point of road closure, have men with their airline control batons waving them randomly in the air, have roads blocked off by police vehicles and so on - but they don't tell you how to get from where you were to the other side of the blockage. So for example, tonight the area blocked off would have been realistically not even 1 km. I could see where I needed to be on the other side of the road block. But could I get to it? No!
I was 3 times being redirected back to exactly the same location, and I had had an absolute gutful. Tired, cross and desperate to go home, I eventually just stopped in front of some moron in the flouro vest, whacked on the hazards and proceeded to bale the poor beggar out. How dare they put up a detour sign and then not follow it through so that you end up the other end of where you wanted to go? Even the bloke I had a go at could see the flaw in this stupid "logic".
As a result, I got diverted so far out of my way I thought I was en route to Jupiter or something. Took me an hour and a half to travel 19.5 kms.
Thanks very much BCC! (stupid idiots...)
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