When will men who constantly do this realize that driving like a total asshole does not make you look manly, rough, tough, or powerful? It only makes it a public service announcement that your little 2 inch penis is incapable of becoming or staying erect!
GAH!
So I'm on my way home this morning. La la la la.....no one has tried to kill me yet today.....oh shit, I thought aloud too quickly....
The left lane is full, because naturally, like every day, everyone is late for work and trying to go 80+ to get there before 8 am (good luck, you have 5 minutes).
Then I get to an entrance where traffic merges from the other highway onto this highway. Another big pet peeve of my morning commute (it's not nearly as bad when I go TO work at night because hardly anyone is on the road then) is that there are freaking FOUR entrances to this freeway, all only miles apart.....in the morning it's a royal PITA having to deal with parades of vehicles trying to merge onto the freeway when there's no chance I'd be able to get into the left lane without being killed by a "late" morning commuter, and the right lane is just as plugged with crawling traffic.
So everyone in the left lane is zoom zooom zooma zooming by, and I notice a car just got on to the on ramp. An Impala.
I'm a pretty good judge of time and space on this freeway, as I've been doing this for quite some time. I'm usually only wrong when people do asshatted things like what this Driving Advertisement For Viagra did.
It looked like I could just stay in the right lane and keep my speed, no need to ram the gas and no need to let off the gas, and he would be able to merge in, then do whatever.
Nope.
As we get towards the point where it's close to the merging lane closing....I look in my mirror.....the fucking asshat is just a few car lengths behind me! Now these aren't the longest on-ramps in the world, but they aren't the shortest, either. He had to have been attempting to merge at well over 80 mph, then realized I was in "his" way.
I start to panic a bit, but stand my ground, and we are neck and neck where the merging lane closes and becomes part of the right lane. That's right....he's in the last bit of free space....oohh...now he's on the fart strips (things on the side of the road that sound like violent diahrrea that help you realize you're going off the road).............ooh dear......he's on the fucking shoulder, and riding it!!
Is he really going to.....?
Yep, he is.
He nearly sent his Impala so far into the ditch that he probably could have rolled it multiple times and killed himself, as there really isn't THAT much of a shoulder. But I guess this crotch zit must have some real experience at driving like such a dick, because he managed to get himself back onto the road and rocket past me within a matter of seconds. He was going so fast, I saw him weave in and out of the lanes two or three times and then off into the clouds he went.
Fucking dick.
Maybe I was somewhat in the wrong.....maybe as soon as I realized he was getting too close, I should have let off the gas.....maybe I should have tried for the left lane....but then again, nah. Nope. The idea of merging is to be at the posted speed limit once you get in to traffic with everyone else....NOT to try to merge at 90 mph and blow past everyone or nearly kill everyone toodling along.
Sometimes I swear people like him purposely merge as fast as possible just to make people get out of their way.
GAH!
So I'm on my way home this morning. La la la la.....no one has tried to kill me yet today.....oh shit, I thought aloud too quickly....
The left lane is full, because naturally, like every day, everyone is late for work and trying to go 80+ to get there before 8 am (good luck, you have 5 minutes).
Then I get to an entrance where traffic merges from the other highway onto this highway. Another big pet peeve of my morning commute (it's not nearly as bad when I go TO work at night because hardly anyone is on the road then) is that there are freaking FOUR entrances to this freeway, all only miles apart.....in the morning it's a royal PITA having to deal with parades of vehicles trying to merge onto the freeway when there's no chance I'd be able to get into the left lane without being killed by a "late" morning commuter, and the right lane is just as plugged with crawling traffic.
So everyone in the left lane is zoom zooom zooma zooming by, and I notice a car just got on to the on ramp. An Impala.
I'm a pretty good judge of time and space on this freeway, as I've been doing this for quite some time. I'm usually only wrong when people do asshatted things like what this Driving Advertisement For Viagra did.
It looked like I could just stay in the right lane and keep my speed, no need to ram the gas and no need to let off the gas, and he would be able to merge in, then do whatever.
Nope.
As we get towards the point where it's close to the merging lane closing....I look in my mirror.....the fucking asshat is just a few car lengths behind me! Now these aren't the longest on-ramps in the world, but they aren't the shortest, either. He had to have been attempting to merge at well over 80 mph, then realized I was in "his" way.
I start to panic a bit, but stand my ground, and we are neck and neck where the merging lane closes and becomes part of the right lane. That's right....he's in the last bit of free space....oohh...now he's on the fart strips (things on the side of the road that sound like violent diahrrea that help you realize you're going off the road).............ooh dear......he's on the fucking shoulder, and riding it!!
Is he really going to.....?
Yep, he is.
He nearly sent his Impala so far into the ditch that he probably could have rolled it multiple times and killed himself, as there really isn't THAT much of a shoulder. But I guess this crotch zit must have some real experience at driving like such a dick, because he managed to get himself back onto the road and rocket past me within a matter of seconds. He was going so fast, I saw him weave in and out of the lanes two or three times and then off into the clouds he went.
Fucking dick.
Maybe I was somewhat in the wrong.....maybe as soon as I realized he was getting too close, I should have let off the gas.....maybe I should have tried for the left lane....but then again, nah. Nope. The idea of merging is to be at the posted speed limit once you get in to traffic with everyone else....NOT to try to merge at 90 mph and blow past everyone or nearly kill everyone toodling along.
Sometimes I swear people like him purposely merge as fast as possible just to make people get out of their way.
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