A little monologue of one trucker. Maybe someone will save the iron, and maybe life.
«I am a trucker. A trucker who travels to Moscow and Moscow twice a week. And the idiots getting under the wheels pretty sickened.
People, believe me: my colleagues and I did not come to this traffic jam city for pleasure. I (you will not believe), I can imagine activities and more interesting than standing in traffic jams for hours, breathing the finest exhaust fumes.
I came here for work, namely, in 90% of cases, I brought to you, Muscovites and guests of the capital who were ardent in Moscow, fresh food, drinks, clothes, household appliances and chemicals, fuel and tires for your cars.
I understand that when you climb under the wheels, you have nothing personal. You just at least once a year want to come home, to family, to children early for at least 15 minutes.
I understand those who, even in a hurry, even turn on the turn signals, warning of their intention to slip through (or commit suicide, if you are lucky).
I understand that many did not even have time to learn about the rights, you just bought them, and still, having replaced the third credit car, you sincerely think that falling out of the curb, you are an obstacle to the right, and you should be let in.
I understand all this, I skip, slow down, dodge especially zealous hurry workers, paying for it with excessive fuel consumption, accelerated wear of the brakes, nerves that are needed so that you don’t get under the bumper again, but understand, forgive and miss, because you don’t on purpose …
Every day you see on the Moscow Ring Road a classic accident: a car on the right under the wagon. Dead zone? Not at all! This one another could not stand the nerves, and with the words through his teeth, “Dna nna, brazen face, get it,” he did not slow down …
People! And will you also push away the movers who drag a heavy cupboard or piano in your porch? Let’s have a little more respect for each other. At least turn on the turn signals, believe me, they will let you through. Remember: 40 tons is very hard to stop. And then, for 8 hours a day, I got sick of guessing the thoughts and intentions of hundreds of people and saving dozens of brainless lives. «