Circus schemes – Anna Marie Galea

These days, I seem to spend most of my time stuck in traffic thinking about what the ideal time would have been to leave the house and who came up with all the ideas and plans for certain roads to be closed. As boring as it sounds, I think I’ve spent minutes at a time wondering who takes care of these things and whether or not they’ve ever driven a vehicle to the places they’ve unceremoniously incapacitated. It’s no wonder everyone in this country has clear anger issues.

This week, while standing in a queue the length of the Great Wall of China with a bag of plastic bottles, I found myself having the same thoughts. Only this time, my inner musings were punctuated by a rabble of people who were clearly unhappy but who also clearly planned to do nothing about it.

It was truly a piteous sight. There we all were, lined up in front of four or five recycling machines. They were all full save for one. A rumour was going around that someone had gone into the supermarket to let the staff know of the situation hours ago and nothing had been done. Of course, none of us knew if that was true: all we knew was that we were at the mercy of this one tempestuous machine that was tossing out more...