I'm a vigilante

For the last couple of weeks I've been back to getting the train to work again, which means getting the tram over to the station in the afternoon.

That's fine.  What shits me is the number of weetbix-packet-licence pricks who can't quite grasp the concept of stopping for the pedestrian crossings at the tram stops.  I mean it's not rocket science, it's a superstop with clearly apparent crossings.  Wavy lines, zebra stripes, fluoro yellow signs.

I've been getting very good at reaching out and giving people's wing mirrors a good firm slap as the blow by, which always results in a good firm BANG, and if I'm lucky, a broken mirror.  I've only had one cretin get out of the car and complain, and he pulled his head in smartly when I offered to remove it for him.

A couple of afternoons ago, I was a bit slow off the mark and didn't make it to a mirror in time, so I contented myself with a good solid punch to the back quarter panel.  That must have sounded really impressive inside the car, because the driver shit themselves and slammed on the brakes, with the result that the car behind him - which was also blowing through the crossing at the same speed - ran straight into the back of him.  Bonus points!

While I would have loved to get a photo, I deemed it a wise move to disappear smartly...