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Um....k. Before I collapse into a little quivering pile of jelly, let me recount what *just* happened.
I'm driving to work. Nothing odd about this, I take the same route almost every day. The last bit involves a rather narrow two-way residential street that is, well, too busy for the size. Most of the streets in <area> are one-way, this is one of the few two-way streets that cuts across all the avenues. It's narrow, like I said, it has a bus line that runs on it, which always makes for a fun trip, and, oh, right! It's filled with douchebags.
Like the one who nearly caused an accident today.
I'm driving along, passing through a yellow light at an intersection. I get nearly across, when Mr. Douchebag decides he wants to play chicken. He attempts to make a left turn before the light changes. This involves starting his turn *before* the crosswalk, and trying to turn in front of me.
Um...no. Doesn't work. Luckily, a bus stop is right there, and I could pull to the right, hit the brakes, and marvel at my darling little car with the fantastic response time.
And curse out the idiot who should have his license revoked.
I'm going to go curl up in the corner and hug my knees for a bit. Then I'm going to thank <deity> that I'm alive, unhurt, and that it was only a near-miss, not an actual accident.
I'm driving to work. Nothing odd about this, I take the same route almost every day. The last bit involves a rather narrow two-way residential street that is, well, too busy for the size. Most of the streets in <area> are one-way, this is one of the few two-way streets that cuts across all the avenues. It's narrow, like I said, it has a bus line that runs on it, which always makes for a fun trip, and, oh, right! It's filled with douchebags.
Like the one who nearly caused an accident today.
I'm driving along, passing through a yellow light at an intersection. I get nearly across, when Mr. Douchebag decides he wants to play chicken. He attempts to make a left turn before the light changes. This involves starting his turn *before* the crosswalk, and trying to turn in front of me.
Um...no. Doesn't work. Luckily, a bus stop is right there, and I could pull to the right, hit the brakes, and marvel at my darling little car with the fantastic response time.
And curse out the idiot who should have his license revoked.
I'm going to go curl up in the corner and hug my knees for a bit. Then I'm going to thank <deity> that I'm alive, unhurt, and that it was only a near-miss, not an actual accident.
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