Jewels
03-01-2007, 09:16 PM
So I already posted in the sucky customers section about the horrible lady I dealt with at work, but the day just kept getting better.
Anyway, right now we have a blizzard hitting the state. It got bad enough that we closed down at noon. Now, the side roads are pure crap....not plowed at all and just a big snowly, slushy mess. I opt to take the interstate home, since the traffic seems to be moving at a decent pace, and the plows have been doing a good job of keep the roadways cleared.
Since the conditions were still crappy, I drove with extra caution. I basically drove like a kid taking their road test...meaning I followed every rule of the road. I was still a little worked up about the crazy crackhead call that I took earlier, but otherwise I was A-OK.
The exit I need to get home is PITA. As you are trying to move in the the exit lane, you also have traffic coming in that is either going to the same exit or merging into traffic. Anyway, as I approach the exit I put my blinker on a good 25ft in advance. I get up to the exit and look over my shoulder to see if I have enough room to get in, and I do. Of course, I made the mistake of assuming that the car that I was going to go infront of would adjust his speed...ya know...like you are supposed to.
I merge in, and hear the guy laying on his horn. Ok, whatever...guess the guy decided to speed up instead. I stop to let him pass, and he cuts infront of me. I figure that he needs the same exit.
Then he hits his breaks. Ok, maybe he needs to merge onto the interstate. I sit and wait.
He pulls forward, and then slams on the breaks again! This time, hard. Apparently he wanted to make sure that I knew that he was angry. He flips me off and drives away, but not before I lay on my horn and return the gesture.
I was so angry. First off, I had my blinker on, he saw me, and he decided to be a jerk. Secondly, in a freaking blizzard, he decides to start slamming on his breaks and pulling the road rage tantrum. What a friking idiot! Did he not realize what kind of accident his silly tantrum could have caused? Check that...pretty sure his though process doesn't go past 1st gear.
Anyway, so I exit, all worked up again. As I am driving, fuming, and watching the road, this truck goes speeding by and splashes slush all over my windshield. I couldn't see a thing besides dirty snow. Luckily there was enough distance between me and the car infront of me, so I had enough time to react and put the wipers on overdrive.
Then I finally reach the road that will lead me home...which is a windy hill. Great. I ended up fishtailing and slamming into a snowbank.
The struggle up the hill to my home was bad...but geeze. What did I do to deserve a day like today?
Anyway, right now we have a blizzard hitting the state. It got bad enough that we closed down at noon. Now, the side roads are pure crap....not plowed at all and just a big snowly, slushy mess. I opt to take the interstate home, since the traffic seems to be moving at a decent pace, and the plows have been doing a good job of keep the roadways cleared.
Since the conditions were still crappy, I drove with extra caution. I basically drove like a kid taking their road test...meaning I followed every rule of the road. I was still a little worked up about the crazy crackhead call that I took earlier, but otherwise I was A-OK.
The exit I need to get home is PITA. As you are trying to move in the the exit lane, you also have traffic coming in that is either going to the same exit or merging into traffic. Anyway, as I approach the exit I put my blinker on a good 25ft in advance. I get up to the exit and look over my shoulder to see if I have enough room to get in, and I do. Of course, I made the mistake of assuming that the car that I was going to go infront of would adjust his speed...ya know...like you are supposed to.
I merge in, and hear the guy laying on his horn. Ok, whatever...guess the guy decided to speed up instead. I stop to let him pass, and he cuts infront of me. I figure that he needs the same exit.
Then he hits his breaks. Ok, maybe he needs to merge onto the interstate. I sit and wait.
He pulls forward, and then slams on the breaks again! This time, hard. Apparently he wanted to make sure that I knew that he was angry. He flips me off and drives away, but not before I lay on my horn and return the gesture.
I was so angry. First off, I had my blinker on, he saw me, and he decided to be a jerk. Secondly, in a freaking blizzard, he decides to start slamming on his breaks and pulling the road rage tantrum. What a friking idiot! Did he not realize what kind of accident his silly tantrum could have caused? Check that...pretty sure his though process doesn't go past 1st gear.
Anyway, so I exit, all worked up again. As I am driving, fuming, and watching the road, this truck goes speeding by and splashes slush all over my windshield. I couldn't see a thing besides dirty snow. Luckily there was enough distance between me and the car infront of me, so I had enough time to react and put the wipers on overdrive.
Then I finally reach the road that will lead me home...which is a windy hill. Great. I ended up fishtailing and slamming into a snowbank.
The struggle up the hill to my home was bad...but geeze. What did I do to deserve a day like today?