Did I mention the betel nut? Well, to compound the utterly vile sight of blue-van-men spittling out massive sinuous blobs of red gunk on the ground, they invariably wait until a bike or scooter (usually mine) is passing by, and then casually open their doors to do the spit stop. Which almost invariably leads to me having to swerve and veer dangerously into the road, and have cars behind me honk their horns.
Or they insist on parking their ubiquitous blue vans on blind corners on the wrong side of the road, and pulling out without indicating and/or checking their mirrors.
The question is - will I miss it?
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