Tosspot of the week

A strange thing happened at the Kilcoy service station that doubled as an Audax checkpoint last Saturday. Some lunatic woman who was driving some oversized metal heap of crap decided to bring her problems to a complete stranger, i.e. me. Apparently she was annoyed at something some cyclist had allegedly done earlier in the day, and somehow decided that I had to know about it. For the record, I firmly told her she should take up the matter with whoever was responsible for it. Apparently she saw that as a cue to go and whinge to someone inside the service station. Evidently logic escapes some people.

What I want to know is just why she thought I had to know this? Did she actually think I gave a shit? Did she actually think I was willing or able to do something about it? Keep in mind here that I have no idea who was responsible, and almost certainly have never met them at any point in history, and even if I had, I only have the word of a complete stranger that there was a problem with their action to begin with. I'm not sure which is more stupid. If a plumber comes to your house and does some shoddy work, do you go and whine to the first plumber you see when you walk outside, or do you take it up with the guy who did the work? I know which I'd do if I want the problem solved.

Either way, when this incident happened, it provided enough material for another blog post under this heading, and another chance to use that tacky, but somehow amusing picture. A worthy tosspot for this week.