Just had abuse hurled at me for using the pedestrian crossing in front of the school. A driver (20s, sunglasses, white VW) rolled down his window and shouted to me who did I think I was stopping the traffic?
It's fairly representative of an attitude amongst Belgian drivers: the unquestioned priority of the car. Furthermore, a 'je m'en foutism' (if that's the correct spelling) which expresses itself in parking 4x4s diagonally across parking spaces, pushing you off the fast lane, overtaking on the inside, ignoring 90kmh signs, driving through red lights, carving up cyclists ... And, if you are the driver and stop to allow someone to cross, expect someone to start thumbing their horn.
So what's the great hurry?
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