Imperfect day

I had a horror morning the other day, where all the worst of Shanghai reared its head to bite me.
* When I tried to leave the train at my Metro stop, I had to fight through a crowd of people who thought their desire to get on the train should take priority over mine to get off.
* Crossing the road I was nearly hit by two motor scooters coming in different directions, both of them running a red light.
* Walking into the car park in front of my work building, a driver aimed his car directly at me.
I later discussed these incidents with a friend, whose only explanation was to suggest the existence of a rudeness gene.