One from this morning...
I nearly saw an accident after arriving at work today. As usual, I parked up along the street, which was pretty deserted. Not surprising, since it was before 8am. Deserted, except for the box truck pulling out from one of the side streets. Said truck, was in the middle of the intersection, attempting to turn right...when it happened. The truck hesitated, because an oncoming car was a bit over the double-yellow. Anyhoo, some idiot in a blue Sunfire (
is up with the people--at least locally--who own these things? It's a shitbox economy car, not a sports car!) came roaring down the street, slammed on the brakes, and blasted the horn at the truck. Seriously? *You* nearly caused an accident, and the *truck driver* is the asshole?
I nearly saw an accident after arriving at work today. As usual, I parked up along the street, which was pretty deserted. Not surprising, since it was before 8am. Deserted, except for the box truck pulling out from one of the side streets. Said truck, was in the middle of the intersection, attempting to turn right...when it happened. The truck hesitated, because an oncoming car was a bit over the double-yellow. Anyhoo, some idiot in a blue Sunfire (
is up with the people--at least locally--who own these things? It's a shitbox economy car, not a sports car!) came roaring down the street, slammed on the brakes, and blasted the horn at the truck. Seriously? *You* nearly caused an accident, and the *truck driver* is the asshole?


There's no way my little Mirage should have been able to accomplish that, but (1) my car is a stick-shift, and (2) we were going uphill, and (3) either the 'Vette wasn't a stick shift, or he just didn't know how to use his gears. On one hand, yeah I was probably a bit of a bitch (both of us were), but on the other hand, my Mirage smoked a Corvette...

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