Oh, you forgot you needed to be in this lane?
Nice. Nice causing six people behind you to have to slam on the brakes to wait until someone would let you over.
Nice use of directionals to indicate a lane change, too. That was “Sarcasm”.
Nice you can’t figure out where you’re going too. Stay in the center lane, ahead of me, looking left and right to try to figure out where you’re going. yep, that’s it, the Wal-Mart on the right. Just ease over, don’t bther with your turn signals, that truck has good brakes. Probably. No! Wait, you want to be on the left, because Target has cooler stuff, I suppose. Now, that’s impressive. Five people skidded as you crossed four lanes of traffic without turn signal or concern for anyone’s safety.
Glad you made it. Out from in front of me, that is. Just in case youwondered, your car looks like it does (new Volvo S40 with not a single body or trim panel intact, with a plastic passenger window held on with shipping tape) because you drive like you do.
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See, the problem is, it takes you Yankees too long to mouth-breathe “directional”. Down here we mouth-breathe “blinker” much faster. So we only make 3, maybe 4 people slam on their brakes.
I’m glad the idiot in the Volvo moved out of Seattle. I was about to drag him out of his car and beat him to death with a frozen salmon.
Og, did you come down to Texas and spend some time driving in Arlington without telling anyone?
I thought for sure that you were on I-75 in Cincinnasty but Target and Walmart would have you on I-71.Crappy drivers must be a universal plague.
swmbo
Yes indeedy. The Lord must love idiots, because he hath made so damned many of them.
M
Welcome to my world, og…
Part of the reason I give thanks everyday that I don’t live or work in that area anymore.
On the plus side, they were driving a Volvo. The safest cars on the road – according to their commercials.
I thought he was in Northern Virginia, my favorite place to drive. Not.
Make that someone also doing all this wonderful driving at the speed of 48 miles per hour – no matter which lane they are in – and add them trying to keep you from doing what you want to do while trying to decide what they are going to do, and you’ve got Portland, OR. They drive with all the obstructionist charm of the French.