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Some cities and towns around the world are steeped in culture and history. Take Washington D.C for example, it is known for being the home of great structures such as the White House, and the Lincoln Memorial. It is also the birth place of monumental moments in history, from speeches by Martin Luther king and Lincoln himself, to the Obama inauguration and that scene in Independence Day.
My home town has also stamped its mark on history. Take a look back in the record books and you will see that in 1999 we got our first set of traffic lights. 2001 the little known burger place McDonald’s opened its doors, and 5 years after that Martin Sargeant got 5 GCSEs. But it’s the traffic lights which really changed things, the mood of the town changed and it affected people’s lives in so many ways. Life just wasn’t as fluid anymore, gone were the days of never stopping to let old people cross the road.
It was 2008 and I was running late for an interview, it was a big deal, it was the best paying factory in town. Reserved for people who managed to make it to the age of 18 without getting a criminal record. I was in, all I had to do now was go and prove that I could spell my name correctly on a form. Being late would not help my chances though.
I’m in my little Renault Clio, the Dynamique model no less, and I pull up at the aforementioned traffic lights in town. There is a line of traffic behind me, and I’m waiting to turn right. I spot my moment, I see the gap and I try to turn, suddenly the car lurches forward violently, and shudders to a stop, then the engine just cuts out.
I’ve broken down, and with a line of traffic behind me I begin to panic. I don’t know what to do. I jump out of the car to try and convey my plight to neighbouring motorists. But I am from a town where any communication is seen as aggressive gesture, the driver behind me thinks I got out of my car to fight him. He darts out of his car with purpose and menace, I simultaneously and bravely get back in my car and lock the door.
So I’m sat there with an angry man approaching, locked inside what is now a big expensive metal toy. That’s when I had my moment of inspiration, I would attempt to start the engine – it worked! I immediately turn right and I only need to park 300 meters away for the job interview – perfect! I pull into my space and close my door. That’s when my key gets jammed. Just a little side note though, the front driver side window on a Renault Clio Dynamique 2001 model goes right to the edge of the door. Thus, the whole driver side window shattered instantly.
OK, so I admit, it is possible to argue that this event had less cultural and historical impact than Martin Luther King’s ‘I had a dream’ speech, but you must also concede it is close.
I woke up late again today, I had planned to enthusiastically cease the day and make the most of my time before work. But I couldn’t seem to get going, I had all the energy and I had all the enthusiasm, but I seemed to pull away in 5th gear – which is exactly what I did in my Renault Clio all those years ago, and not actually broken down as I told everyone.
I do this occasionally, where I do something idiotic and then blame something else, or change the story slightly to make myself look/feel better. I am sure that is a natural thing (or maybe I am just trying to do it again), but I noticed myself doing that today. I’ve been lazy again, I am struggling to get going, but in lieu of any genuine excuses I just have to accept that I’m not being productive enough. I’m still confident even Martin Luther King sat around in his pants some days though.*
*May or may not have just compared myself to Martin Luther King.
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