Warning: language. A lot of it. I'm mad. 
I just got home from school, seething with rage over how big of a shitfucker this guy was.
I was waiting at a stoplight. The street ahead has two lanes that merge into the left lane, with a very little space to start merging. I am in the right (soon to be gone) lane, Dicklicker McFuck (DMF) is in the left lane, in a shitty-ass piece of shit hoopty truck with a gigantic trailer filled to the brim with all sorts of stupid goddamn bullshit. As we get the green, I start to run out of road. DMF guns his shitheap and pulls ahead of me, making me STOP and let his dumb ass and his shit trailer go. Strike 1.
Later, he ends up in a similar situation, with me in the left lane, he in the right, stoplight, right-lane merging, like before. He gets to the stoplight before I do, behind a few cars. As I'm pulling up to the car in front of me, DMF tries to change to my lane, WHILE I'M RIGHT BESIDE HIM. There was no blind spot situation here, I was in his mirror, he just didn't look. He didn't get over, and ended up a few cars behind me. Strike 2, but a small win for me.
Finally, here's the part where I start to lose it. DMF ends up directly behind me on a VERY dangerous, VERY curvy road, and proceeds to lodge himself snugly up my ass the whole way through. I was doing 10 mph over the limit trying to get away from this motherfucker, but he would not back off. Strike 3.
I lost him only because he decided to break the law and use a gas station parking lot to turn onto the next road. My voice and middle finger hurt so bad.

I just got home from school, seething with rage over how big of a shitfucker this guy was.
I was waiting at a stoplight. The street ahead has two lanes that merge into the left lane, with a very little space to start merging. I am in the right (soon to be gone) lane, Dicklicker McFuck (DMF) is in the left lane, in a shitty-ass piece of shit hoopty truck with a gigantic trailer filled to the brim with all sorts of stupid goddamn bullshit. As we get the green, I start to run out of road. DMF guns his shitheap and pulls ahead of me, making me STOP and let his dumb ass and his shit trailer go. Strike 1.
Later, he ends up in a similar situation, with me in the left lane, he in the right, stoplight, right-lane merging, like before. He gets to the stoplight before I do, behind a few cars. As I'm pulling up to the car in front of me, DMF tries to change to my lane, WHILE I'M RIGHT BESIDE HIM. There was no blind spot situation here, I was in his mirror, he just didn't look. He didn't get over, and ended up a few cars behind me. Strike 2, but a small win for me.

Finally, here's the part where I start to lose it. DMF ends up directly behind me on a VERY dangerous, VERY curvy road, and proceeds to lodge himself snugly up my ass the whole way through. I was doing 10 mph over the limit trying to get away from this motherfucker, but he would not back off. Strike 3.
I lost him only because he decided to break the law and use a gas station parking lot to turn onto the next road. My voice and middle finger hurt so bad.


Remember the city is a business that needs money too, and this is partly how they do it, this loophole in the traffic laws.
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