They called it rubbernecking in the states, a term I grew to love and hate.

It’s when you see an accident, or in the case of this post, hear a siren. You immediately want to know, to find out, your foot raises from the accelerator pedal and the pace suddenly slows. It’s probably the single biggest cause of traffic jams in the world. We go past accidents at a snail’s pace, then afterwards go back to 70mph.

The other day outside work, some guy in a transit van got pulled over by police. (that in itself deserves a post, the police around here are like rocking-horse shit) Three of us in the office stared out the window and chatted about how good it was that someone got pulled over (probably secretly laughing at them -for- getting pulled over).

Rubbernecking in action …

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