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Completely satisfying moment from my commute home:
Heavy traffic, it’s dark, it’s raining. I’m boredly cruising along, coming up on a stoplight, slowing down along with the traffic around me. It’s two lanes each way, neither lane is particularly more free than the other. I’m considering getting into the right lane, because I know up ahead the left lane tends to back up a little bit with people slowing down to get into a left turn lane after the intersection, but I’m not committed to it yet.
A BMW zooms up behind me, zips in between cars to the right of me, then cuts back in front of me. Then stops, because there’s traffic stopped at the light.
I realize I have enough room to get over into the right lane, so I do. The right lane is still moving, and I wind up stopped a good six or seven car lengths in front of the Beemer.
I have a good laugh about that, and continue on my way; true to my prediction, the left lane is a bit blocked-up and he is stuck in that traffic. But, after a couple of intersections, a slow car gets into the right lane and is causing merry hell; I can see it’s someone confused, looking for parking or trying to read the street signs, something like that. So I hang back, then accelerate and signal and aim for a gap in cars, and make it into the much faster-moving left lane without incident. But the car now behind me is annoyed and flashes its lights. I’m like, whatever, you had time to flash your lights, you had plenty of time to adjust to fucking traffic, and I signaled, which basically nobody does, so quit your fucking whining.
The same car is behind me for quite a long while, and i don’t know much about cars so it’s not like I can make out the make or model from the headlights, but they’re the LED kind so I know it’s an expensive car. What if it’s that same Beemer, I wonder. Nah. Anyway, he’s riding my ass, but like, it’s stop-and-go traffic, just like it is every night, so like, whatever.
Finally, finally, the entrance ramp to the highway peels off, and traffic opens up a little bit. The car behind me seizes the opportunity! and blasts by me in the right lane
and it is, it’s the Beemer, it’s been him this whole time and he is so mad hahaha!
(wait he is SO MAD because I did almost the exact same thing to him as he did to me except that i signaled and matched speed and also didn’t pass him on the right to do so what the FUCK you ASS)
only to instantly have to stop because guess what, traffic’s still pretty heavy. HA HA YOU FUCKER. I cruise onward, and pass him again, and he’s sitting there fuming, and I get through the next light and he doesn’t and that’s the end of that.
Hah! You fucking dick. Suck on that!
Completely satisfying moment from my commute home:
Heavy traffic, it’s dark, it’s raining. I’m boredly cruising along, coming up on a stoplight, slowing down along with the traffic around me. It’s two lanes each way, neither lane is particularly more free than the other. I’m considering getting into the right lane, because I know up ahead the left lane tends to back up a little bit with people slowing down to get into a left turn lane after the intersection, but I’m not committed to it yet.
A BMW zooms up behind me, zips in between cars to the right of me, then cuts back in front of me. Then stops, because there’s traffic stopped at the light.
I realize I have enough room to get over into the right lane, so I do. The right lane is still moving, and I wind up stopped a good six or seven car lengths in front of the Beemer.
I have a good laugh about that, and continue on my way; true to my prediction, the left lane is a bit blocked-up and he is stuck in that traffic. But, after a couple of intersections, a slow car gets into the right lane and is causing merry hell; I can see it’s someone confused, looking for parking or trying to read the street signs, something like that. So I hang back, then accelerate and signal and aim for a gap in cars, and make it into the much faster-moving left lane without incident. But the car now behind me is annoyed and flashes its lights. I’m like, whatever, you had time to flash your lights, you had plenty of time to adjust to fucking traffic, and I signaled, which basically nobody does, so quit your fucking whining.
The same car is behind me for quite a long while, and i don’t know much about cars so it’s not like I can make out the make or model from the headlights, but they’re the LED kind so I know it’s an expensive car. What if it’s that same Beemer, I wonder. Nah. Anyway, he’s riding my ass, but like, it’s stop-and-go traffic, just like it is every night, so like, whatever.
Finally, finally, the entrance ramp to the highway peels off, and traffic opens up a little bit. The car behind me seizes the opportunity! and blasts by me in the right lane
and it is, it’s the Beemer, it’s been him this whole time and he is so mad hahaha!
(wait he is SO MAD because I did almost the exact same thing to him as he did to me except that i signaled and matched speed and also didn’t pass him on the right to do so what the FUCK you ASS)
only to instantly have to stop because guess what, traffic’s still pretty heavy. HA HA YOU FUCKER. I cruise onward, and pass him again, and he’s sitting there fuming, and I get through the next light and he doesn’t and that’s the end of that.
Hah! You fucking dick. Suck on that!
