No, I didn't do anything fantastic and deserving of this title. I do, however, apparently possess an invisible mode of transportation. How else can I explain that no less that three times this week, some jackass has merged into my lane and nearly into my car. Fortunately, I have lightning quick reflexes and neatly avoided impact. Tuesday's incident was pretty hairy. I think I actually felt a whisper of contact between my front bumpe
Today's dipwad simply unapologetically merged into my lane, causing me to quickly swerve into the parking lane (no parking before 9:00am, thankfully) I beeped as her and she had the nerve to FLIP ME OFF!!!! She nearly wipes out my front end and then gives me the salute?? Oh, hell no.
A block or two later, she cut off a truck who not only laid on the horn, he got right up to her bumper (I'm talking a hair's width between them) and mouthed (I read his lips) "Get off the road, you Frakkin' Stunt. "(or something that started with an F and another word that rhymed with stunt.)
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Here in Port Orchard, we sit for a really long time at 4-way stops because everyone wants to let everyone else go first. We sit there and signal to each other, "You go first." "No, no. I insist. YOU go first." It can make you late to work.
Also, on the freeway, I turn on my turn signal. They guy in my blind spot... He backed off to let me in. I didn't know what the hell to do!
:) Poor Sachi. I don't know how I would handle polite drivers that know the rules of the road.
LA - LOVE your invisible plane, er, car. I have the same problem, whether I'm in the silver convertible or the BIG GREEN TRUCK.
Sigh.
Oh, and, BTW? Redwood Bar & Grill - 316 W. 2nd Street.
I'm totally gonna call the next driver who pisses me off a frakkin' stunt.
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