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Heat Wave Claims Its First Casualty (And Karma Was Driving)

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The summer heat has arrived, and with it comes strange sights. Driving through the city exposes you to humanity at its best, worst, and occasionally flattest. Today, I witnessed what may well be the first official casualty of Edinburgh's latest heat wave.

The summer heat has finally landed in Edinburgh, and as every bus driver knows, once the temperature climbs above "pleasant", the city starts behaving differently.

Driving in the city exposes you to all sorts.

Tempers shorten. Shirts disappear. Folk suddenly decide that crossing the road without looking is an acceptable life choice because, apparently, heatstroke doubles as a traffic management strategy.

Today, however, I witnessed what I can only describe as the first casualty of the recent heat wave.

As I approached one of the city's many bus stops that have mysteriously evolved into unofficial loading bays, I spotted a familiar sight: a delivery lorry parked squarely in the stop while its driver carried out a drop.

Now, I'm not saying karma exists.

But if it does, it wears high-vis.


Illustrated scene showing a delivery driver losing balance on a truck tail lift as a large boxed refrigerator tips over beside a city bus stop on a hot urban street.

The driver was operating the tail lift on his own, carefully manoeuvring an enormous boxed refrigerator towards the edge. To be fair to the lad, he was doing remarkably well. In the baking heat, single-handedly wrestling what looked like a small domestic appliance but probably weighed about the same as a family hatchback is no easy task.

For a moment, it looked like victory was his.

Then the shrink wrap snagged.

Everything changed.

The fridge, which up until this point had been displaying admirable obedience, suddenly developed ambitions of its own. The box lurched backwards. The driver lost his balance. Arms windmilled. Feet scrambled for grip.

What followed can only be described as absolute carnage.

Down went the driver.

Down went the refrigerator.

Down went any hope of this delivery arriving in showroom condition.

From the cab, it unfolded in glorious slow motion, one of those moments where your professional instincts tell you to be concerned, while the small comedian living in every bus driver's brain is desperately trying not to laugh.

Thankfully, the driver appeared unhurt, apart from a bruised ego and the dawning realisation that he now had to explain to somebody why their new fridge had apparently been involved in a bar fight.

The heat is taking its toll on all of us.

So if you're working outdoors during this spell, take a break, drink some water, and if you're delivering white goods in temperatures better suited to southern Spain, perhaps recruit a second pair of hands.

And maybe, just maybe, leave the bus stop clear.

You never know who's watching.

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