But when you catch them at the
traffic signal and stand there, mentally tut-tutting in a patrician fashion, you notice there is
a red flasher hanging there on their seat-post, dull and darkened
like a 7-eleven never is.
You rustle your messenger bag, or
do a little throat clearing to get their attention, then politely
advise re: the inert status of their light emitting diodes.
There will be an awkward pause after
they advise that they have run out of battery. Don't tell them they
should have charged it up. You're not their mum.
BONUS TIP: Unless in fact you are their
mum, don't reach out and check if they're lying by testing the on-off
button. That puts your hand awfully close to their behind and that
could get you sued, arrested, slapped, or beaten to death (depending on
how far from the legalistic cocoon of the inner city you have this
chance encounter).
As a newbie (only 6 weeks into commuting) I wish someone had shared number 163 sooner. Though I've helpfully pointed out low/zero lighitng levels to fellow cylcists, not once have I had a thank-you. It all makes sense now...thank you, Urban Riding Tips!
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