Kudos

Driving down the street just after one in the morning I come to a stop at a green light. Well the three taxi's in front of me stopped first and I had no choice but to follow suit. I try to look past the taxi's to see what the hold up is but am unable to see anything. The first driver gets out of his car walks around the front, gets back in and drives away. As the two remaining taxi's move forward I get a glimpse of what's going on. 


A block away is a pub, notorious for their beer but not in a good way. Anyone who drinks this vile liquid, that they claim to be beer, ends up drunk in such a way that they do things that are above and beyond drunken stupidity. Believe me, I know this for a fact as I have consumed this not so tasty beverage and consequentially have committed some of the dumbest acts known to man. That being said whenever something in the area goes awry it's usually the fault of this beer. 


The drunkards (No, I didn't see it happen and yes I am assuming it was them and not magical faeries) took it upon themselves to block off the street with various items they had scavenged from the construction site next to the pub. The first taxi driver moved two pylons, leaving enough space for his car to fit through before taking off. Seeing as I'm only five minutes behind schedule, I throw on the parking brake and hazard lights, ask my passengers to stay put on the bus and hop off to remove this road block. 


It's a good thing that I didn't go with my initial idea of just driving through the pylons as there were several items that could do damage to my bus had I tried to drive through them. Another taxi driver and myself worked harmoniously together (while cursing the bastards who did this...under our breath of course) and moved five more pylons, a big orange barricade (like the size of the cement ones but plastic), a few pieces of rebar, and a roll of metal fencing material. 


So kudos to you guys. You blocked traffic. You held everyone up. And you forced me to do some weight lifting.