The title is pretty much my point. It was foggy tonight. In some places it was normal "oh look, pretty fog" and in others it was "hey, where did the street lights go?" fog. So I'm on a main road where the speed limit is 35. It the street the mall is on, and Mal Wart, 4-8 lanes wide.
I go into a particularly thick patch of fog and slow down. Most other driver do this, too. Yay! We're all being smart! Oh wait, here's a dork speeding up. We quickly lose sight of him. *phew*
Now I pull into the parking lot. It's not very full, but the few who are there are driving as if it's bumper cars. Speeding around then going "ACK!" because they are so surprised by the CAR! Yeah, there is a car in a parking lot! Oh, the hysteria! I need drink more.
I go into a particularly thick patch of fog and slow down. Most other driver do this, too. Yay! We're all being smart! Oh wait, here's a dork speeding up. We quickly lose sight of him. *phew*
Now I pull into the parking lot. It's not very full, but the few who are there are driving as if it's bumper cars. Speeding around then going "ACK!" because they are so surprised by the CAR! Yeah, there is a car in a parking lot! Oh, the hysteria! I need drink more.




Since it's only two lanes divided by a double-yellow, he can't pass, and he knows it, so obviously he wants me to go faster, which I'm not willing to do. 35 is as fast as I think is safe in these conditions, and I know there's a four-way stop not far ahead. So I give him a kind of "back-off" wave. He flashes his brights at me again and honks his horn.

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