THings which HAVE to stop

Ok...this has been festering for a while...but today it will just come out.

Let's discuss the idea of merging into traffic. Did it stand out the word "into"? An on ramp does not mean that traffic finds a place to YOU. I had a argument/discussion with someone years ago who believed the intent of merging was oncoming traffic was to make room for those joining traffic. Today I was driving and a fairly new, champagne colored, Luxury edition Camary was in the lane which was merging. So I waited and waited and waited for HIM (sorry, an older HIM) to make an effort (ANY effort) to move into existing traffic. NOPE. None. I flip him off and honk (with some discipline after the recent supreme court ruling). He gave me the finger wag in the mirror that I WAS WRONG! Let's get this straight people....If you merge (or if I were to merge) it is your responsiblity to SIGNAL (do some want to write this down?) and then adjust YOUR speed to move into traffic. He continued to remonstrate me & I finally just made the crazy sign and wanted to rear end him. I really want to be agist and sexist but I can't.

BECAUSE women in minivans are HORRIBLE! I realize this is a prejudice (don't get me started on Chinese women in San Francisco and Costco) but being in the HOME of huge families where minivans are more prolific than Bishops....I feel educated enough to warn that there are some women who are the worst drivers in the world are the ones with 6 kids in the minivan trying to merge AND hand out snacks and juice boxes. I only have 3 dogs and when they are in the car, I am dodging butts, tongues and managing Daisy's temper....so I understand distractions...but seriously...I could be texting and smacking Daisy and still be a safer driver.

Shawn has prejudice against Subaru wagons. I don't really get it. I mean living in Seattle I was an OUTCAST by not driving a Subaru wagon. They are just part of the landscape there...so if there was a genuine issue, I would be an expert. But driving with her, I could see where the bias came from. Again, it just MAY be Utah Subaru Wagon drivers, but when she was in my car....experience proved her point.

Mike has a small issue with the brakes. I don't know how to explain it but he drives like hell then brakes seconds before impact. To be fair, he drives an 86 Toyota pick up (Eleanor...I pray for her health nightly!) and its capacity for speed (while HE drives her) is limited. SO when he gets in to our Rav, he is like a kid behind the wheel. I am thankful I no longer have the Celica because he scared the HELL out of me when we were on the freeway. There was a time in our recent trip to Napa Valley where he tore across the road in search of homemade olive oil and I screamed in terror. His mildly irritated face came with the "What?" comment. I also worry as Mike has a fondness for the Italian Job and Transformers....my car can do NEITHER...I think I need to be more clear with perimeters!

But I was cut off in a gas station by a smiling ass of a guy who knew what he was doing (again, a guy?) and didn't care. I figure if you are going to be an asshole on the road, embrace it and have no apologies. I live that philosophy when I am the asshole, but come on....I see through your rudeness. I confess I had to get out of a 7 11 and not spill my super big gulp and attempt to eat my chicken taquitos and had to just sit in traffic. An older woman just stared at me with incredulity. I just shrugged and mouthed an apology as I slurped.

What? At least I apologized!
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