Driving home on Route 2 today, I'm fifth in line behind some "Safe Driver" who decides we're all better off if he drives ten to fifteen miles per hour below the speed limit. I put up with this for about fifteen minutes when, to make the ride even more pleasurable, I look in the rear view mirror to see a Chevy Impala come zooming up from nowhere with some skinhead behind the wheel who decides to ride my bumper. This guy is so close I can't even see the hood of his car. All I can see is his dashboard through his windshield and his tiny little head over the steering wheel. He looks like a grapefruit wearing sunglasses.
Since he is trapped with construction barriers on the left, this Einstein keeps weaving to the breakdown lane in an attempt to try to pass me, and I'm assuming, the five cars in front of me. With each failed attempt in his ingenious plan, his arms flail more and more, making gestures even I don't understand, while his mouth is flapping words that I can only guess.
What does this idiot think? That me stopping will somehow make it better? Newsflash buddy: if there isn't room for two cars when we're moving, there still won't be room if we stop. Maybe he's thinking that with his encouragement, I can push into the five cars ahead of me and we can all go faster.
As we come up to an exit, I continue straight while this guy speeds by me on the right like he's free! Finally free!... only to end up directly behind the "Safe Driver" who also took the exit.
I hope he enjoys the nice leisurely drive.
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