On my way to work this morning, I came across this lovely specimen of douchenozzle:
I came up over a rise and could see a local gas station about 1/4 mile away. There was a caravan that looked like it was going to pull out. No biggie, I'm 1/4 mile away in a 35 MPH zone, so I ignore the caravan.
As I get closer, I realize the caravan still hasn't pulled out. Weird. I check my rearview and see that I'm the only car on the road. I doublecheck to make sure my headlights are on, they are. So, I figure maybe its someone on the phone or just super cautious. But then, you wouldn't be reading about it here...
With a start of a 1/4 mile of clearance, the idiot in the caravan waits until I'm about 50 feet away to hit the gas pedal and shoot out in front of me. I slam on by brakes and come to a screeching halt while nearly T-boning thecaravan MoronMobile. Fortunately he had pulled out at an angle, and given me the little bit of extra space I needed to NOT hit him.
The genius flips me off while driving all of 100 feet to pull into a bloody driveway.
So, yeah, you really had to wait until I was right on top of you to pull out? There was no traffic behind me and you'd already waited quite a while so I'm sure that long drive home could have waited another few seconds until I had passed you.
I continued on my way to work despite the urge to stop and bludgeon this idiot unconscious with a large fish.
I came up over a rise and could see a local gas station about 1/4 mile away. There was a caravan that looked like it was going to pull out. No biggie, I'm 1/4 mile away in a 35 MPH zone, so I ignore the caravan.
As I get closer, I realize the caravan still hasn't pulled out. Weird. I check my rearview and see that I'm the only car on the road. I doublecheck to make sure my headlights are on, they are. So, I figure maybe its someone on the phone or just super cautious. But then, you wouldn't be reading about it here...
With a start of a 1/4 mile of clearance, the idiot in the caravan waits until I'm about 50 feet away to hit the gas pedal and shoot out in front of me. I slam on by brakes and come to a screeching halt while nearly T-boning the
The genius flips me off while driving all of 100 feet to pull into a bloody driveway.
So, yeah, you really had to wait until I was right on top of you to pull out? There was no traffic behind me and you'd already waited quite a while so I'm sure that long drive home could have waited another few seconds until I had passed you.
I continued on my way to work despite the urge to stop and bludgeon this idiot unconscious with a large fish.

I should have been riding the brakes and preparing to give way to his royal highn-ass despite the whole clear visibility / right of way thing.

Why would you stop on the freeway when everyone around you is going 60-70+mph?! Pretty sparkly lights aren't worth getting squished. *shakes head*
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