Idiot road and car park designs

Every time I drive into B&Q Yeovil I curse the ignorant bastard who designed the customer car park.

Driving in, it’s full left lock and immediately full right lock. Coming out it’s full right lock and immediately full left lock. What’s the point of that? Why not straight out, or at least a turn that’s not so bloody tight, and a gentle sweep in. It would have been simple.

What kind of tosser creates a parking area with such inconvenient access when it’s not actually necessary?

It’s bad enough that I find myself going to this place anyway. A visit to a DIY store is always a prelude to some frustrating bodge job around the house, where you find yourself cursing and kicking because you don’t have the right tools for it, and you end up going back to the damn shop to buy something you’ll probably never use again anyway, negotiating the stupid twisty car park for the second time in a day.

OK, here’s another one for you. Just down the Lysander Road from B&Q is Morrisons. The access road also serves the McDonalds on the other side of Morrison’s fuel station. So, you enter the access road and then turn left for the store or right for petrol and burgers.

The problem arises when you try to get out of either place. With the way the lights are phased, there is always a queue to leave – the fuel station forecourt is often clogged with traffic just trying to get out and join the queue onto the main road. All it needed was for an exit slip to the main road on the far side of McDonalds and half of the traffic would be on its way towards town, while the right turning traffic would get to the traffic lights without a problem. Shouldn’t have been difficult? Just a modicum of sense in the planning stage could have sorted that one.

Sometimes, when I see all that shit going on, I park on a housing estate on the other side of Lysander Road and walk in to do my shopping. No way am I going to sit in my car for twenty minutes trying to get out of that place.

Then, when you go into Yeovil and negotiate the inner ring road around the back of Wilkinsons, you find yourself in a queue of traffic held up by three sets of badly phased lights around takeaway alley. And while you sit there waiting, you notice that you are in a single lane of traffic, preventing you from going straight ahead because of all the stuck right-turning traffic, and then you notice that the pavement on either side is about twenty-five feet wide.

Why the fuck didn’t they put two lanes in? At least then, the rest of us could go straight on. Mindless fuckers.