Jan
How to not be a dick in traffic
Posted by The *Angriest* Pharmacist as Me being a dick, Stupid People, Traffic
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Alright, so I booted up Microsoft Paint and drew up a little diagram. The diagram explains one easy way for you find yourself with my foot crammed directly into your colon (via your rectum or mouth — depending on the cost of the shoes I’m wearing). So, here’s a quick rundown…Obviously, I am in car RAMROD and stopped at the stoplight. Another innocent motorist, stopped at the light opposite me, is in car RAMBO. The cars depicted at the top of the image are stopped in heavy traffic. Finally, we have ASSHOLE CAR on “his way to the pharmacy to pick up his prescription for Lore-uh-cets. He sees the gridlocked traffic, but dammit, he has a green light. He’s going! He’ll be damned if he’s gonna stop at a green light….that don’t make no fuckin’ sense now do it?”
So, what does ASSHOLE CAR do by going rather than stopping? He blocks my fucking path towards my location — the liquor store. Granted, sometimes the ASSHOLE may be lucky enough to avoid the ensuing gridlock he will cause if the NEXT block’s light changes allowing him to clear the intersection. Sometimes, still yet, if you stop at the line before the intersection (as you should), traffic may thin or move forward and you can go on across with that same green light (This is the right/safe way to do this in traffic!) Most of the time, though, he’ll sit in the middle of the intersection like the flaming pile of filthy pig shit he is…wasting everyone’s time because he’s an impatient cocksucker. In gridlock like this, where ASSHOLE CAR is faced with the decision to wait and let the traffic clear out a bit before entering the intersection, scientists have unequivocally proven that regardless of what is done, YOU WILL NOT GET TO YOUR DESTINATION FASTER BY CHARGING ACROSS THE INTERSECTION.
Now, what does car RAMROD do if ASSHOLE CAR is trapped in the intersection and the light changes allowing him to go? Most folks would sit there, shudder in complete disgust, and wait for the light to change and hope the following motorists aren’t some sort of idiot bastard headed to the pharmacy drive-thru. I, on the other hand, take it upon myself to benefit society by teaching this piece of garbage a lesson…so the mistake can be avoided in the future.
I floor it. I may be a mere 30 yards away from this guy, but I’m going to make him think I don’t see him. Then, at the last second, I’m going to slam on my brakes…hopefully, the tires will squeal. He’ll be looking of course…hopefully realizing is an insignificant asshole. He’ll see me and freak-the-fuck out. As I come to a stop, narrowly missing a horrible T-bone accident, I lay on my horn. I lay on my horn as if this fuckwad just swerved out in front of me, and I have a baby in the back seat. The next thing to happen is he’ll look me in the eye. He’ll know he was wrong. He may at this point realize he’s had an example made of him. This is where you teach him a lesson.
You’d be surprised how well the average person can read lips. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” has proven to be easy to read, understand, and learn from for the average pea-sized brain imbecile behind the wheel these days. He may give you the finger…that’s the most common reaction of idiotus maximus. I found that brandishing a switchblade is a great comeback to the time-tested reflex middle finger. That’ll shut ‘em up like a redheaded kid catching a backhand from a drunken stepfather.
The point of the post, though. How do you avoid being a dick in traffic…don’t do anything I’ve talked about in this post except of course the approved retaliation for such an event.
Many of today’s drivers use their cars the same way Wilt Chamberlain took women (about 3000 of them, someone reported); they’ll take any opening.
Ha, that’s actually how I failed my first try at a drivers liscence. I didn’t know if I should go on green when I was backed up in the intersection. Needless to say, I made the wrong choice, as did you A-hole above, and rightfully so, was denied my papers! Lesson learned, I never did it again!
TAP you’ve hit a nerve here.
I wish there was some way to audit the driver’s education classes to see what the School System is or is not teaching our young drivers. I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that much about common courtesy is not even on the menu. Much less safety and fuel economy.
My pet peeves are cars entering the interstate. They think you have to slow down to allow them to get into your lane and
just blinking allows them to force their way
in front of you.
I miss my old pickup where the other drivers
wouldn’t dare get too close for fear I had no
brakes or was uninsured or something.
I had to give it up because it had no a/c.
I am tempted to investigate the possibility
of installing a train horn or a steamboat
whistle on my car.
I miss the insanity of ‘real city traffic’, I haven’t had a good road rage in months. I used to be the bitch who wouldn’t let people in front of her because the lane was ending. I had my spot in time, why didn’t you?
Now, I deal with effing tractors and hillbillies.
Another Jenn: I fucking hate that. When a road closes from 2 to one lane and that one open lane is backed up in anticipation. Then, some assclown flies down the open (and soon closing) lane to get as far up as possible.
When that shit happens, you’ll see me riding the person in front of me and straddling the middle line — keeping people behind me unless they go over me. WAIT YOUR FUCKING TURN!
Hahaha. What a great post!
There is an intersection I go through nearly everyday that is a little crooked, and no one in town knows how to drive through it right. .. Someday I might use the crowbar underneath my seat!
I am also going to install a big-rig horn in my vehicle just for use in that intersection.
Hey angriest I like you response to the finger (tthe switchblade), but I got one better than that done to me. I was living in Central America at the time, and I DID make a bonehead move and accidentally pull out in front of someone. However, this guy went ballist ape crap and rode my ass for 5 minutes laying on the horn (and I mean five full minutes). Finally, I flew him the bird (hell enough is enough) well he pulled up next to me (we were driving about 35 mph) he broke out a 9mm and pointed it at me (of course if he was going to fire it he would have taken out his passenger side window, but that will get your attention). However, it really pissed the hell out of me that someone would get mad enough about that to pull a gun so I waited for the opportunity to bust a right which he couldn’t make and I flew his ass the bird again, but I definitely waited till I could bust out of there. Lover your site man, keep up the good work.
I live in the South and the people just let these aholes in. I used to do the same thing, straddle the lane and even block them. Then I’d end the confrontation with a big Middle finger and horn honk. Can you beleive they think it’s rude to blow your horn down in the south. I could give 2 shits. I’m a Yankee and drive like I own my lane, so back up.
Did you ever hear that song, Move Bitch by Ludacris. HA!!!
My husband blew his horn at Sams Club and the assclown parked his car and came after him in the parking lot with a lead pipe. My husband didn’t call the police, he just egged him on while our innocent 5 year old witnessed this shit. I was furious.
I had this comment emailed to me:
Thanks for writing about your intersection experience. It’s a classic.
When I was growing up in Massachusetts, the back of our inspection sticker read, “DRIVE SAFELY—ARRIVE ALIVE.” That has been my motto as a driver. I just want to get there in one piece, and if I’m a minute or two late, that’s just fine. Other people don’t give a flying fuck how they get there. Boston, the birthplace of road rage, should still be the worst place on earth to drive. The object of each driver is to get there first. It doesn’t matter where “there” is, but each driver MUST get there first, even if it’s a distance of a meter or two. Pass, pass, it is your God-given right to overtake everyone at all times, even though you all end up at the same red light. This mentality is the cause of billions of needless expense in motor vehicle collisions. The “fuck you” Boston principle of the rules of the road has since been adopted by drivers across the fruited plain. I used to like driving here in Midland, Texas, but the shitheads have arrived in the past two years.
These shit heads have been littering the interstates for 10 years here in NC -home of friggan nascar.
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