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So, I was minding my own business, driving roughly the speed limit. There were no other cars around for at least a quarter mile. I noticed a van sitting waiting to turn onto the interstate I was on. He had plenty of time to go before I got there. Plenty of time to go after I passed too. So OF COURSE he decided to try to merge his van with my red MR2, scaring the shit out of me. Once I got my heat back in my chest, I glared over at him, and what did I see?
He was cleaning his glasses.
He was cleaning his glasses.
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