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I accidentally incurred the wrath of my estranged drama llama of a mother. Well, invoked it on my father, actually. How did I do this, you ask? And why is it in Roadkill? Because, dear friends, all of this came about because I was obeying all of the local traffic laws and complained to a local taxi company about one of their drivers who was doing the opposite.
My commute to work includes what is technically a state route, but is functionally more of a country road. Curvy, no shoulder, blind drives, frequented by: Pedestrians/joggers, dog walkers, collared dogs minus their walkers (a pet peeve of mine), wild animals ranging from crows & squirrels to deer & bears, bicyclists, school buses, and now 'tis the season of the high school cross country team running single file on the side of the road. Oh, and I drive past the school during morning drop off, where you have a pile of buses, parents, and kids in a seething chaotic mass of people & vehicles.
Needless to say, this can be a very dangerous and volatile mix of potential car accidents in just the space of a few miles.
On my way to work a few weeks bag, I had a caravan tailgating me. Like, close enough I couldn't see his headlights or grill because he was so close to my back end. I was traveling at the speed limit, and actually slowed down to 5 under for the 2 passing zones. With no oncoming traffic, the jackass behind me still felt the need to keep tailgating rather than passing.
A couple minutes later, we come drop into the school zone and I slow down for the school zone speed limit. At this point, I can see the driver's side headlight of the caravan. In my sideview mirror, because he is now straddling the double yellow line as we come up on the busy school driveway.
He drops back behind me, to avoid colliding with a car turning into the school, and then immediately pops out and passes on the double yellow, while we're still in the school zone. I thoughtfully flip him off as he goes past.
When he drops in front of me, I see that the vehicle belongs to a local taxi company, which well known here for their drivers being utter twatwaffles and driving dangerously. This was pretty egregious even by their lax standards. I got his license # and company vehicle ID # and call it in as soon as I get to work. The supervisor at the taxi company takes my name & contact info. He states he will pull the video from the taxi's dashcam and follow up with the driver 'if the situation exactly matches your description' and will follow up with me if they have questions. I figure that's all I am ever going to hear about it and move on.
Cue this weekend's call with my dad. I want to note, my dad doesn't live close by - he's not even in the same country. Dad tells me about a strange situation. My estranged drama llama/biomom called him up earlier in the week to scream at him about how he's telling lies to her boyfriend's employer and now the boyfriend has been fired. Dad was suitably confused and spent nearly half an hour trying to talk her down. Eventually she hung up on him and told him to stay out of her business.
Someone named 'Gerrinson' called in a complaint about him. This last complaint was the one that got him fired. Dad asked if I knew anything about it, since I'm a Gerrinson Jr. and he's Gerrinson Sr. I was like, I've met the dude once - by accident - and that was 7 years ago. I don't know where he works and living with biomom is punishment enough for his stupidity.
As we talked, the light went off in my head, and I shared my story about the taxi complaint with dad, and we've figured it must have been biomom's boyfriend who was the driver. I apologized to my dad for him getting blasted for something which didn't involve him. Though we both agree, the jackass deserved to be fired. And driving like that when you know your vehicle has a dashcam? Just plain stupid. I guess I know why he's still living with my chiroptera fecal matter loony biomom.
My commute to work includes what is technically a state route, but is functionally more of a country road. Curvy, no shoulder, blind drives, frequented by: Pedestrians/joggers, dog walkers, collared dogs minus their walkers (a pet peeve of mine), wild animals ranging from crows & squirrels to deer & bears, bicyclists, school buses, and now 'tis the season of the high school cross country team running single file on the side of the road. Oh, and I drive past the school during morning drop off, where you have a pile of buses, parents, and kids in a seething chaotic mass of people & vehicles.
Needless to say, this can be a very dangerous and volatile mix of potential car accidents in just the space of a few miles.
On my way to work a few weeks bag, I had a caravan tailgating me. Like, close enough I couldn't see his headlights or grill because he was so close to my back end. I was traveling at the speed limit, and actually slowed down to 5 under for the 2 passing zones. With no oncoming traffic, the jackass behind me still felt the need to keep tailgating rather than passing.
A couple minutes later, we come drop into the school zone and I slow down for the school zone speed limit. At this point, I can see the driver's side headlight of the caravan. In my sideview mirror, because he is now straddling the double yellow line as we come up on the busy school driveway.
He drops back behind me, to avoid colliding with a car turning into the school, and then immediately pops out and passes on the double yellow, while we're still in the school zone. I thoughtfully flip him off as he goes past.
When he drops in front of me, I see that the vehicle belongs to a local taxi company, which well known here for their drivers being utter twatwaffles and driving dangerously. This was pretty egregious even by their lax standards. I got his license # and company vehicle ID # and call it in as soon as I get to work. The supervisor at the taxi company takes my name & contact info. He states he will pull the video from the taxi's dashcam and follow up with the driver 'if the situation exactly matches your description' and will follow up with me if they have questions. I figure that's all I am ever going to hear about it and move on.
Cue this weekend's call with my dad. I want to note, my dad doesn't live close by - he's not even in the same country. Dad tells me about a strange situation. My estranged drama llama/biomom called him up earlier in the week to scream at him about how he's telling lies to her boyfriend's employer and now the boyfriend has been fired. Dad was suitably confused and spent nearly half an hour trying to talk her down. Eventually she hung up on him and told him to stay out of her business.
Someone named 'Gerrinson' called in a complaint about him. This last complaint was the one that got him fired. Dad asked if I knew anything about it, since I'm a Gerrinson Jr. and he's Gerrinson Sr. I was like, I've met the dude once - by accident - and that was 7 years ago. I don't know where he works and living with biomom is punishment enough for his stupidity.
As we talked, the light went off in my head, and I shared my story about the taxi complaint with dad, and we've figured it must have been biomom's boyfriend who was the driver. I apologized to my dad for him getting blasted for something which didn't involve him. Though we both agree, the jackass deserved to be fired. And driving like that when you know your vehicle has a dashcam? Just plain stupid. I guess I know why he's still living with my chiroptera fecal matter loony biomom.
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