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(I think I've been posting way too much in this section lately)
Really, I don't know what this guy's case was. Either he didn't read my messages right, or someone really pissed in his Wheaties this morning and he still was miffed about it.
The scene: rush-hour traffic on Major Highway. There's one section of the highway where three lanes go down to two as traffic exits to merge onto Other Major Highway, then there's merging traffic from Other Major Route that's getting on to Major Highway. I like to stay in the left lane right around here because merging traffic doesn't yield, ever, and I'm never in the mood to play Dodg-ems.
Well, everyone else had the same idea, so it was kind of tight in the left lane. I'm doing about 50 here, the limit is 55 but doing the limit sticks me in the backseat of the guy in front of me, and I've seen taillights light up enough times to know I'm going to have to stop at some point.
Enter navy blue Ford Explorer roaring up on my ass, doing the charge/back off thing typical of the raging asshole types up here. I ignore it, and give him no attention, focusing instead on the drivers ahead of me (y'know, like back in Driver's Ed? How come no one ever remembers this?).
Taillights light up again due to a cruiser pulled off to the side with its lights on, so I start hitting the breaks so I don't collide with the woman in front of me. Teensy Weensy Peensy Man decides I'm brake-checking him, mocking him, and how dare I do such a thing? he roars off the the right lane nearly missing my rear bumper, cuts in front of me just missing my front bumper, and slams on the break with exactly 4 feet between us. I had to swerve into the right lane to get away from him because I surely would've been creamed. Laid on the horn, and he just rolled down the window and flipped the bird. Of course the cruiser missed this; he was busy dealing with the guy he had just pulled over.
I'm still pissed; the only thing that made me feel better was him blanching as I held up my phone to "take" a picture of him and his car, of course I didn't get one but maybe that got the message across. That, and a visit to my town's new library to treat myself to some fine reading material for my work breaks. But I was still shaking at the near miss when i pulled into a space at the library.
Really, I don't know what this guy's case was. Either he didn't read my messages right, or someone really pissed in his Wheaties this morning and he still was miffed about it.
The scene: rush-hour traffic on Major Highway. There's one section of the highway where three lanes go down to two as traffic exits to merge onto Other Major Highway, then there's merging traffic from Other Major Route that's getting on to Major Highway. I like to stay in the left lane right around here because merging traffic doesn't yield, ever, and I'm never in the mood to play Dodg-ems.
Well, everyone else had the same idea, so it was kind of tight in the left lane. I'm doing about 50 here, the limit is 55 but doing the limit sticks me in the backseat of the guy in front of me, and I've seen taillights light up enough times to know I'm going to have to stop at some point.
Enter navy blue Ford Explorer roaring up on my ass, doing the charge/back off thing typical of the raging asshole types up here. I ignore it, and give him no attention, focusing instead on the drivers ahead of me (y'know, like back in Driver's Ed? How come no one ever remembers this?).
Taillights light up again due to a cruiser pulled off to the side with its lights on, so I start hitting the breaks so I don't collide with the woman in front of me. Teensy Weensy Peensy Man decides I'm brake-checking him, mocking him, and how dare I do such a thing? he roars off the the right lane nearly missing my rear bumper, cuts in front of me just missing my front bumper, and slams on the break with exactly 4 feet between us. I had to swerve into the right lane to get away from him because I surely would've been creamed. Laid on the horn, and he just rolled down the window and flipped the bird. Of course the cruiser missed this; he was busy dealing with the guy he had just pulled over.
I'm still pissed; the only thing that made me feel better was him blanching as I held up my phone to "take" a picture of him and his car, of course I didn't get one but maybe that got the message across. That, and a visit to my town's new library to treat myself to some fine reading material for my work breaks. But I was still shaking at the near miss when i pulled into a space at the library.
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