I'm normally one for shouting personal responsibility, it's your own fault, but there is something sinister, almost spooky, like make a horror movie about it, spooky. Maybe Manners St is possessed by an evil spirit. Ammityville horror comes to mind.
The buses do seem even quieter than usual along that stretch. It gives me the chills everytime I step out in front of a bus. Mind you Wellington is full of silly people that insist on jogging at lunch time in order to clash with peak pedestrian traffic. That way they can annoy as many people as possible and act like it's our fault that they have to duck and drive along the roadways.
Oi - be fair - whats the point of being a runner unless you can make walkers feel inferior?
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