There's No Shortage of Shitty Drivers

Speaking of driving, and I always have plenty to say about that, I always have to deal with bad drivers on the way to school. No one knows where they're going in the downtown area which serves as the midpoint between me and school. There are particular lanes markings with arrows for if you want to go left, go straight, go right, and there's always someone in one where they don't belong. Nothing can ever run smoothly.

There was one day where I was on the opposite side of an intersection where we both had a green light and people were waiting to turn left. Wait, I already messed up this story- no one was waiting for anything. Despite watching myself and others driving straight forward, some ass turd decided to take a left anyways. We on my side got cut off. That was stupid by itself but even worse was the jerk behind him who pulled up on his ass, stopped before he took his left, saw us, and still cut us off. He did the go, stop, go thing as he saw me coming towards him and he had plenty of choice left before he got in front of me and plenty of time to see that it was a bad idea. He pulled up, curved, so that we were almost face to face and bumper to bumper. Front bumpers that is and since he was in my way by now anyways, I had to stop my car. His wife gave me a nasty look as he edged by me and hopefully I had already beeped because she can go fuck herself. I just tried to take advantage of my right of way to drive in such a fashion that abides by the law. The icing on the cake was that since I had to sit there and wait for this moron to get out of my way, I ended up sitting in the middle of an intersection when the light turned red and getting beeped at by someone who now had the green. Fucking fabulous. I wanted to flip them off, but once again, I haven't made it to that stage of road rage and I'm trying to resist any forward movement in that department.

Whenever I complain about idiots getting in my way or cutting me off or whatever, Boyfriend says something to the effect of that whoever has the bigger balls is going to get their way and I don't have to pussy out. That sounds dangerous to me, but since I've been getting more and more aggravated it's actually been a more successful option.

You know how when you are on a two lane road that merges into a one way, you kind of need to do a zipper pattern with the cars in the other lane? It's basic, like having good manners or like learning to share and stuff in Kindergarten. You go, then I go, then you go, then I go. Everyone in one group takes their turn with everyone in the other group. But not mature adults in vehicles oh no no. I got some woman who was trying to double up and piggyback the car in front of her. The double yellow line was to my left and she was to my right and you can be assured right this very second that she wasn't getting away with it. The SUV in front of her had zippered itself in in front of me and she was trying to follow him. Seeing as how I wasn't going to make space in between the SUV and myself for her discretion and I certainly was not going to drive on top of a double yellow line, it would've been best for her to back off and file in with the rest of us in her zipper position. But of course that's never how it goes. Instead she punched the gas abruptly over and over again in an effort to keep up with the SUV but not hit anything. I could see her in my rearview being pushed in closer and closer to the side of my car but still she would not relent. I stayed close to the SUV, decided not to pussy out, and watched her struggle to try and shove me out of my spot in line. This was a sort of wide one laner; it fit two cars at least, but finally I saw the end of the line: side-of-the-road parking spots. If she had kept going she would've driven into the rear end of a parked car. She finally relented and I could see the nasty look on her face and her mouth moving behind me. Eventually the road got wider again, but only because there were parking spaces with no cars in them. I watched in my rearview as she used the parking spots as her own personal lane and decided once and for all that I was definitely dealing with someone who had a touch of the crazy. Eventually she had to pull into a long line of cars to go straight while I pulled into a shorter line of cars going straight that were to then go right at the subsequent light and I can't say I was unhappy to be away from this person.

When you're on the road, please realize that cars have people in them and that manners still count. Even 4 year olds know how to take turns.