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Driving home from work, I pass a fork in the road on my left that has always been somewhat special. The road that passes by this fork is 40-45 (sometimes 50)mph, and the fork has a stop sign before drivers turn left onto the 45-mph road.
When I drive on this road and see cars at the stop sign, I'm pretty good at judging how many are going to squeak out before I get there. I see a truck and a small red sedan, and figure that the sedan will be the last one to come through, based on my speed.
Red sedan pulls out, slowly, so I start tapping the breaks to slow down and avoid kissing his rear bumper. I'm literally 15 feet away when this green Dodge Neon peels out from the stop sign and just about plows into both the sedan and I. I swerve to the right to avoid him and just miss the right rear passenger door in the process, going half off the road. I lay on the horn, start to go around him because now he's just plain stopped in the road, when he yells out (my windows were down since it was hot) "Get off MY road, c***!" and rockets off at 60 mph up the hill.
I really shouldn't be surprised by his behavior (he had a Masshole sticker on his bumper), but god was I pissed. I don't think he even looked, he just played duckling to the other sedan and figured whoever was there had to stop for him. I was still shaking by the time I pulled into my driveway.
When I drive on this road and see cars at the stop sign, I'm pretty good at judging how many are going to squeak out before I get there. I see a truck and a small red sedan, and figure that the sedan will be the last one to come through, based on my speed.
Red sedan pulls out, slowly, so I start tapping the breaks to slow down and avoid kissing his rear bumper. I'm literally 15 feet away when this green Dodge Neon peels out from the stop sign and just about plows into both the sedan and I. I swerve to the right to avoid him and just miss the right rear passenger door in the process, going half off the road. I lay on the horn, start to go around him because now he's just plain stopped in the road, when he yells out (my windows were down since it was hot) "Get off MY road, c***!" and rockets off at 60 mph up the hill.
I really shouldn't be surprised by his behavior (he had a Masshole sticker on his bumper), but god was I pissed. I don't think he even looked, he just played duckling to the other sedan and figured whoever was there had to stop for him. I was still shaking by the time I pulled into my driveway.
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