You Will NOT Inconvenience Me!

[Dips]

You know I suspected those orange barrels were up to something.

My theory of why people are good about it in some situations and places has to do with experience. It seems to be that in situations where there is ALWAYS a traffic jam and most of the drivers are familiar with the spot, they tend to do the every other car thing. For example back when I commuted into Boston there was one spot where a lane dropped as you were entering the city.

Weekdays, when everyone was in the same boat and used to the brutal commute, everyone took a turn and every other car would get to merge.

On weekends, when I would drive through the same spot and it was unusally busy because of a sporting event or something, everybody was trying to sneak a second or third car into the gap or just refusing to let any cars go. It took sooooo much longer. It was also more dangerous because you couldn't predict what anyone was going to do. It almost made me long for a weekday rush hour.

[wolfie]

One guy I worked with is an animator. He made movie about our orange barrels, "Orange Barrels from the Phobosphere". Basically, they're evil aliens out to take over the world. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0395693/

The "Schneider Eggs" - they're hatching!

Note: While I've never actually heard it used on the CB, a few guides to CB slang call the orange barrels "Schneider Eggs", because they're orange - and Schneider paints their trucks orange.

[edible_hat]

I am the guy who stays parallel with the idiot and won't let him in. I just kinda look at him and smile as he turns that wonderful shade of red knowing that he will at the very least have to get in line behind me... and of course when he does... I am the worlds BEST driver. Sticking to the speed limit, keeping 2 car lengths behind the person in front of me etc.

I do that too. One time it earned a Whopper thrown at me.

Which was three times as hilarious, because (1) the idiot had to throw it over his own car and all the special sauce dripped off (2) it missed my car and (3) the idiot now had nothing to eat for lunch.