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Everyone tells me that I gripe about lots and lots of stuff. You know what I have to say to "everyone?" B*** me.

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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Turning signals...have you ever heard of 'em?

Let's face it, driving is a huge pain in the a**. Between gas prices, traffic and a**hole drivers, it's totally not worth it if you have options. Those are some of the reasons I switched to mass transit about a year ago. Unfortunately, I do still have to drive to work on occasion, like this morning for example. Man, it was a beautiful morning - the birds were singing, it was cool but not chilly so all my windows were down and I was thinking to myself "this isn't so bad." And then, like getting hit in the face without warning by a sock full of paintball pellets, some Royal C***s***er had to go and piss on my rainbow by not using his turning signal!

C'mon folks, how much motherf***ing effort does it take to flick that lever next to your steering wheel? How much brain power could you possibly consume remembering that by doing so, you're going to help out everyone, pedestrians included, within 200 feet of your car? Apparently, on both counts, way too much for this guy today. It was one of those sneak attack jobs too. You know what I mean. He got right up onto the intersection looking like he was going straight (thus preventing me from turning left) and then, simultaneously, he hits his signal and turns to his left! That maneuver in particular really makes my blood boil. It's like a slap in the face. It communicates, "Oh, sorry I didn't have enough common courtesy to do the right thing, so now I'll take prickdom to a whole new level and half-a** it after it's too late."

If he'd been driving a Ford Pinto, I'd have followed his a** and rear-ended the sh*t out of him just to have the last laugh.

4 comments:

  1. After reading all of your gripes up to this point, I can't help imagining that all of your socks are stretched out from being full of coins, kidney beans and other stocking stuffers.

    -MikeM

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  2. I think we may have been separated at birth. After this one, I'm coming over and we're going out for beer. Tube socks are on me!

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  3. i always called them "turn signals." i've never heard of anyone calling them "turning signals."

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