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My normal commute to work includes a small detour to swing by a local place to pick up a breakfast sandwich.
Jerk the 1st: On my way to the sandwich place, I got stuck behind a woman driving 40 mph in a 55 zone. If you want to drive that slow, fine by me, I'm going to pass at the first opportunity. Of course, as soon as I start my passing maneuver, the biddy stomps on the gas and goes zooming forward to keep me from passing. By the time I hit 60 mph, she was already pulling ahead and I was running out of passing room. So I pull back behind her. As soon as I do, she slams on the brakes and drops back to to 40 mph. WTF, lady? You want to drive 40 so EVERYONE has to do the same? The real kicker, of course, is that about a hundred yards after the passing zone ended, she slammed on the brakes again to turn off into a driveway. Good thing she didn't let me pass or...nothing bad would have happened at all?
Jerk the 2nd: After i get my sandwich, I'm on way back out and I have to cross the street back to my parked vehicle. This little side street has a speed limit of 15 MPH, so most pedestrians just run out into the road without looking. I prefer to make eye contact with drivers as I have no wish to be run over.
This was a healthy decision, because as I got out into the street there was car zooming up in the far lane - way faster than the speed limit. The woman driving (no this isn't a rant about women drivers, I swear) didn't meet my eyes. She couldn't because that would involve looking forwards rather than down at her lap or out the passenger window.
I stop halfway across the crosswalk and, as she speeds through, I yell out "OI!" as loudly as I can.
*SCREEEEEEECH* and the woman comes to a dead halt about 50 ft. past the crosswalk. She rolls down her driver's side window and starts yelling at me for startling her. I point out the fact that she shouldn't have been startled, since I was clearly in the crosswalk and had right of way even though she ignored it and could easily have killed me. We both agree that the other is a f***ing moron and part ways.
Jerk the 3rd: On the way home, I get stuck behind, wait for it... a driver going 40 mph in a 55 mph zone! Again! Different vehicle, different driver, same BS. Again, as soon I try to pass, the dude speeds up to prevent me from doing so. This time I manage to complete the passing maneuver, which leads to Dipshit McGee blaring his horn and flashing his lights at me while riding about 5 ft off my back bumper. Eventually he dropped back to his 40 mph speed and I left him behind. But, again, what damage did I do to anyone by passing in a legal passing zone when you clearly want to drive well under the speed limit? I'm literally doing no harm to you or your life by getting on with my own. Useless twits.
Anyway, that's my rants from yesterday's travels. So far, so good today. We'll see what the evening commute brings.
Jerk the 1st: On my way to the sandwich place, I got stuck behind a woman driving 40 mph in a 55 zone. If you want to drive that slow, fine by me, I'm going to pass at the first opportunity. Of course, as soon as I start my passing maneuver, the biddy stomps on the gas and goes zooming forward to keep me from passing. By the time I hit 60 mph, she was already pulling ahead and I was running out of passing room. So I pull back behind her. As soon as I do, she slams on the brakes and drops back to to 40 mph. WTF, lady? You want to drive 40 so EVERYONE has to do the same? The real kicker, of course, is that about a hundred yards after the passing zone ended, she slammed on the brakes again to turn off into a driveway. Good thing she didn't let me pass or...nothing bad would have happened at all?
Jerk the 2nd: After i get my sandwich, I'm on way back out and I have to cross the street back to my parked vehicle. This little side street has a speed limit of 15 MPH, so most pedestrians just run out into the road without looking. I prefer to make eye contact with drivers as I have no wish to be run over.
This was a healthy decision, because as I got out into the street there was car zooming up in the far lane - way faster than the speed limit. The woman driving (no this isn't a rant about women drivers, I swear) didn't meet my eyes. She couldn't because that would involve looking forwards rather than down at her lap or out the passenger window.
I stop halfway across the crosswalk and, as she speeds through, I yell out "OI!" as loudly as I can.*SCREEEEEEECH* and the woman comes to a dead halt about 50 ft. past the crosswalk. She rolls down her driver's side window and starts yelling at me for startling her. I point out the fact that she shouldn't have been startled, since I was clearly in the crosswalk and had right of way even though she ignored it and could easily have killed me. We both agree that the other is a f***ing moron and part ways.
Jerk the 3rd: On the way home, I get stuck behind, wait for it... a driver going 40 mph in a 55 mph zone! Again! Different vehicle, different driver, same BS. Again, as soon I try to pass, the dude speeds up to prevent me from doing so. This time I manage to complete the passing maneuver, which leads to Dipshit McGee blaring his horn and flashing his lights at me while riding about 5 ft off my back bumper. Eventually he dropped back to his 40 mph speed and I left him behind. But, again, what damage did I do to anyone by passing in a legal passing zone when you clearly want to drive well under the speed limit? I'm literally doing no harm to you or your life by getting on with my own. Useless twits.
Anyway, that's my rants from yesterday's travels. So far, so good today. We'll see what the evening commute brings.
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