“And as to traffic and the idiocy of thine fellow road occupants, thou shalt not rant; for this is the 15th commandment. I am good. Thus sayeth the Lord.” Isaya 9:12-14.
Because of this, I shall not rant on the drivers that I saw today. I will simply say that when they go, I pray that they don’t take me with them.
It was foggy this morning. Fog is not something we get often around these parts. I wouldn’t blame a motorist or two for not turning on their headlights. Only thing is, it was every fourth car! There were the two that had the presence of mind to turn on their parking lights. That brilliant yellow beam that scared the hell out of me at the last second is much appreciated.
I’m sorry that your daddy didn’t raise you right. He wasn’t around to show you the importance of not dying because you have no common sense. I learned the rules of the road, including the fog-low-beam-headlight rule before I even knew what a driver’s license was. I guess your daddy didn’t love you enough. Now I have to run off in the shoulder and be honked at because of it.
Well at least the drive home was quite. The congestion was expected. The radio played some forgotten song at a comfortable level. Mine works fine, jackass. I don’t need to hear yours! All is clear; all is well, until the road widened.
Ever drive the scary three-lane road? The middle lane is used for “left turn only,” but we all use it to get a jump out of the side street and merge. I’ve got no problem with that. I do it too. Only I drive slowly, turn on my signal and merge when safe.
They lady in the big white van hadn’t read the third-lane rule. She paced me, MPH for MPH (KPH for any Canadians reading this) until we reached the speed limit. Ignoring the 8-car-length gap behind me, she proceeded to pass me, after she drove 3/4 mile in the “left-turn-only lane” and wedge herself in between me and the braking car in front. Thanks for the signal as you hit your brakes.
The best part of the day? The fog was quite lovely when I took the dog out and the evening quite pleasant after I got the mail. Everything in between blew chunks.