Let's see... In chronological order from the drive into work:
*You. In the Land Rover. Given the choice of vehicle, my initial suspicion was that you are a pretentious asshole. Said suspicion was confirmed when you stopped in the middle of the intersection even though you had the right of way and a green light so you could take a phone call. Fuck off and die.
*Why in the name of all that is good and wholesome would anyone drop close to six figures on a stunning Jag XKS only to drive it like a 1990 Buick RoadMonster? Why?
*Okay. I applaud the town for putting up
*Simply being a schoolbus does NOT automatically give you the right of way. I'm going straight through the intersection. You're turning left. I have the right of way. If you fail to yield the right of way, you will hit me, and I will collect big time. Got it?
*Here's a helpful hint: If I'm waiting in an interminably long line of traffic, you stand a better chance of being hit by a falling meteor than me letting you in front of me simply because you're inching your Lexus SUV directly into my path...
That feels good. It really does.
That is all.
2 comments:
My personal rule of thumb is that the odds of my giving someone the go-ahead wave is directly proportional to the pretentiousness of the vehicle. This goes double for Soccer moms in Suburbans.
Yesterday I saw one that was the best that I've seen in a while. My commute includes one intersection where people on a heavily used side street tend to creep out into oncoming traffic even though they have a stop sign and the crossing road does not. Some idiot was a quarter way into my lane when the beater station wagon in front of me stopped in the intersection. That happens fairly often when some mis-guided good samaritan wants to let a miscreant out. In this case the incompentent enabler stopped in front of the crossing traffic blocking both the through and crossing traffic. ay'caramba! muy loco! The resulting chorus of horns was amusing.
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