Auto-Idiot of the Week
Generally I understand that everyone has one of those days where events turn them into demons behind the wheel. They flip you off, cut you off, stop in the middle of the road for no apparent reason or even speed. I can forgive these people easily, so long as they don't make a habit of it anyway.
Today I had the misfortune of being in the way of a guy who gets no quarter. In my humble and unsolicited opinion the driver of this truck is a grade "A" jackass, and I don't use that word lightly. I have a whole slew of four letter words that I keep around for using lightly. The moron in the maroon and black mid 90's GMC pickup truck with the bed cover and the license plate number TWJ-3847 was so daffy duck behind that my wife felt it was necessary to call him in. This while everyone around us are snapping camera phone pictures of him. What could a guy do to possibly get my ire this far up?
1. Passing (me) in a no passing zone...
2. During school zone speed zone hours....
3. In a school zone!!
This happened this morning in front of the Brown Summiit Monticello elementary school on HIghway 150 at around 7:45am.
Then just to make absolutely sure that everyone noticed him, upon reaching the 150/29 interchange the asshat drives around vehicles patiently waiting their turn to make their turns, while others are turning onto 150.
Upon hitting 29 himself, he stands on the gas and fades into the distance noticable only by the taillights of the people he cut off to get ahead of them.
Now, I am not heartless in this matter. What if he was a volunteer fireman rushing to help someone in need? Oh wait, they have lights for their vehicles, and when they don't they use their hazard flashers. Well, maybe this guy was rushing to the hospital where some loved one was being treated in the emergency room for some horrible accident. Again, if the guy had been using his emergency flashers, the rest of us would have probably worked to get out of his way. That isn't an invitation to turn on your flashers and play "Streets of San Francisco", or "Dukes of Hazard." However, if you have a real emergency, you have a real method of letting the commuters around you know.
Rant off.
