Last week I was driving home after class in quite blizzardy weather, and there's this on-ramp to a connector I need (198Sto33E I think) where as soon as you get on 198, you're in the exit lane that is two lanes becoming one. People that were already on 198 are forming a line to exit to 33, and if you're just getting on 198 to get to 33, you just kinda get in line.
Here is the battle.
As the line forms up, you have your truly selfish shits who think they're going to pass 30 cars and hop right up front. I enjoy keeping an eye on my rearview, so that when I see someone attempting that maneuver, I take up both lanes as a not-so-subtle gesture that fuck them. I'm not alone in this, often you'll see that the line kinda snakes back and forth between the two lanes because most people find that to be an assholish act.
As I look in my rearview on this blizzardy day, I see a gray late model Crown Victoria/Grand Marquis. Usually that make and color around here is an airport taxi, as the 33 goes to the airport. Regardless, he's not doing what he thinks he's gonna do, which is pass the whole fucking line and get in front. Sorry, I'm trying to be less of a dick but I'm also trying to help other people be less of a dick (sometimes involuntarily) lol. So nope.
The car, which I now see is missing its front grille and is in a general state of beatthefuckupedness, is now swerving from my back right side, where he is trying to cut ahead in line (in a lane that is ending), to my driver side, and is going to try and pass me there and only cut me off.
What flashed my rage, however, was when he swerved in at me like he was going to hit me. I swerved back at him (I've been in a ton of accidents, not scared of them, AND insured!), blocked him, and hollered and pointed and flipped him off lol. As pissed as I was at this mid-40's or so, bald, toothless man, he was maybe a hundred times angrier. Immediately behind me, he was swerving back and forth and genuinely just losing his shit.
His rage, in fact, was so pronounced that it actually snapped me out of mine, and I burst out laughing. He was signaling for me to exit (presumably to fight- sorry cabbie, I got a future I'm working on), swerving back and forth, screaming and all. As I merged onto 33, I got into the left lane and carried on normally.
He then came up on my right, honking and swerving at me, yelling for me to pull over. I was still laughing pretty good, and I'll probably never forget his toothless face lol. I know I wasn't making it any better by laughing and kissing my middle finger as I flipped him off, but hey we all learned a lesson that day, asshole. I keep a pipe in my back seat for a reason.
It's a peace pipe!
No, it's a steel pipe.
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