Rollin’ with the morons…
Date: May 10th, 2012
Time: 6:47pm
Situation: Westbound 275
Details: Traffic is mild, no cops in sight. Cruising in my Volvo (rental, don’t get me started on this 6-speed, “can’t find the right gear” POS) at 70 with a 10-pack of peeps who are all trying to get home. In the left lane sits an old fogey in a 2011 Cadillac DTS doing 65 on the nose. Middle lane and far right lanes… typical situation… NO ON THERE.
First car in pack, sitting right on the tail of the Caddy. With disgust, Caddy moves TO THE RIGHT, over to middle lane and proceeds to flip off everyone who drives past. I’m in the last car in the pack. Pass the Caddy, look to my right and am greeted with the standard middle finger. Seriously bro?
Just because you own a car, doesn’t mean you get to take up the fucking lane and sit there locked in at 65 while you twiddle your dick while listening to Gerry Dorsey. Move to the right, let the professionals get as far away from your pansy ass as possible. In a chain reaction crash, you’re the fucknut that caused it to be bigger than it should have been because you sir… you sit there like all the other fucking sheep afraid to drive 1mph over the speed limit.
Mr 5-0 doesn’t give a fuck about you, so go 70 and move out of my way. Capeesh!?
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