Why is it that everyone on this Island must converge on the city the day before every holiday?
I know that the thought of codfish cakes and hotcross buns could send anyone into a frenzy but can these people ever learn to plan? There will be enough for everyone people! I think we could be the perfect example of what happens when someone yells FIRE in a crowded theatre, except we have the foresight and were warned. We all know when Good Friday occurs or any other holiday for that matter but still we insist on driving the rest of the sane, organised world crazy. I just wanted to buy myself a magazine today and stupidly thought I could take a leisurely stroll into town but no, I have to be subjected to every 14-year-old on the Island trying to prove they can put together the most perfect outfit on their spring break and the bitchy ladies pushing past me to get to the store door first or the crazy driver who magically forgot (because it's the day before a holiday, of course) that red means stop and green means go. It would be nice if everyone could just calm down for a minute and take a deep breath. It'll be all right.