...so I wouldn't have to deal with these yahoos on the road. Of course, they'd probably still find a way to muck up the teleportation. Ugh.
The other driving threads inspired me.
Coming home from the grocery store today, I ran into some people who need to go through driving school again.
Dear sir in the SUV behind me, get off the phone or get yourself a hands-free set. It's illegal otherwise in this state. Thank you.
Dear Fifty People Gridlocking the Intersection, if you see that you cna't make it all the way across the intersection without stopping at least once, don't try it! You're the reason the side street (i.e. me) can't go when the lights change, because you're still sitting oblivious in the middle of the intersection. Seriously, some days I wish the cops would get the idea to stake out this intersection and mail tickets to every yahoo who blocks it this time of day. Yes, this means you!
Dear "lady" at the intersection by my house, I know you weren't party to the Wal-Mart Gridlock, but you certainly looked like you were taking lessons from them. Please don't hang back behind the stop line while Monsieur Idiot in front of you blocks me from turning left, only to gun it when you realize the light is changing yellow and I'm about to complete my left-hand turn. Or do you really want to see what red Jeep paint looks like on the side of your silver Escalade?
Dear person in the car near the gas station, yes, I see you turning from the side street. Obviously you saw me, because you hesitated in your turn. But only long enough to cut it close when you still turned right in front of me. You're lucky my brakes work.
Dear Slowpoke on I-91, I know you just merged onto the highway and are intending to get off two exits later. That doesn't mean you should drive 15 miles slower than everyone else just so you don't miss your painfully obvious and well-marked exit.
And as for you yahoos behind me, I can't help much that my lane ends and I have to merge in front of you when getting on the highway. Maybe next time you could slow down a little or, I don't know, merge over a lane so I don't nearly clip your front bumper.
Kthxbai.
The other driving threads inspired me.
Coming home from the grocery store today, I ran into some people who need to go through driving school again.
Dear sir in the SUV behind me, get off the phone or get yourself a hands-free set. It's illegal otherwise in this state. Thank you.
Dear Fifty People Gridlocking the Intersection, if you see that you cna't make it all the way across the intersection without stopping at least once, don't try it! You're the reason the side street (i.e. me) can't go when the lights change, because you're still sitting oblivious in the middle of the intersection. Seriously, some days I wish the cops would get the idea to stake out this intersection and mail tickets to every yahoo who blocks it this time of day. Yes, this means you!
Dear "lady" at the intersection by my house, I know you weren't party to the Wal-Mart Gridlock, but you certainly looked like you were taking lessons from them. Please don't hang back behind the stop line while Monsieur Idiot in front of you blocks me from turning left, only to gun it when you realize the light is changing yellow and I'm about to complete my left-hand turn. Or do you really want to see what red Jeep paint looks like on the side of your silver Escalade?
Dear person in the car near the gas station, yes, I see you turning from the side street. Obviously you saw me, because you hesitated in your turn. But only long enough to cut it close when you still turned right in front of me. You're lucky my brakes work.
Dear Slowpoke on I-91, I know you just merged onto the highway and are intending to get off two exits later. That doesn't mean you should drive 15 miles slower than everyone else just so you don't miss your painfully obvious and well-marked exit.
And as for you yahoos behind me, I can't help much that my lane ends and I have to merge in front of you when getting on the highway. Maybe next time you could slow down a little or, I don't know, merge over a lane so I don't nearly clip your front bumper.
Kthxbai.




parking lot, and a clearly mentally challanged individual
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I just kept walking to my car with my gallon of milky goodness!
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