On a journey back from round-the-corner, walking up Nicholson St, mulling over crap (particularly how the hell I'm going to get everything that's meant to be finished this week done, as usual...), sudden edit:
Basically a car was laying on its roof in Nicholson St. The cars that had been directly behind it as it happened kept moving; drove around it. Yay community spirit.

It had hit the safety zone barrier on a tram stop, flipped, taking out the "Safety Zone" sign, and now lay strangely silent and on its roof.

A bunch of random people gathered around, the lone occupant (driver) was pulled out and comforted on the side of the road. Two or three of us stood guard and blocked Nicholson St, directing traffic around the accident (random bits of car strewn all over the road, one guy rather dangerously darting in and out of the wreck retrieving stuff for the driver...).

Then:
Not only was she driving slowly into the group to the extent that PEOPLE HAD TO GET OUT OF THE WAY, she then started yelling abuse.

Myself doing my best un-velocipated (ooer, new word) corking, couldn't quite believe it.

• There's an overturned car.
• Right in front of you.
• There are people directing you to drive around it.
• Instead of driving around, you abuse them and demand to be let through to drag your car through a pile of rubble.

It took somewhere around 15-20 seconds to convince her that she wasn't seeing some kind of left-wing-media-conspiracy-hologram and there WAS actually a wrecked car in front of her, and emergency services rapidly approaching from the rear.

Then she slowly backed up and drove around.

What the hell, exactly, is wrong with drivers?

I mean, it's easy to call iPod wearers (as I have occasionally) tuned-out and oblivious, but drivers are not only that, but in charge of something dangerous too.

Three cheers for car dependence.