OK, I’ve had it this week.
Tuesday the band has practice. I stopped for my 5th cup of coffee for the
day on the way there, and had to drive down Main Street from there.
When I got to where I turn to go to the drummer’s house, there was a Honda
Civic, all the way to the left against the double yellow line, no turn
signal, waiting for the light to change. I pulled up on the right, put my
turn signal on, and waited (no turn on red at this particular light…)
The light turned green, but there was a line of bicycles crossing the
street and the Honda and I had to wait for them. They cleared the
intersection, and as I started to make the turn, without warning the Honda
cuts right into my path, and I had to lay on the brakes so hard the tires
squealed. The guy in the passenger’s seat leaned out the window and said
something I couldn’t make out (I have a LOT of stereo in the car…) and
turns down the road. I turn down behind them, and they slow to 15 MPH.
Ooooo-K…about 75 feet down, she puts her TURN SIGNAL on! I figure she’s
going in the parking lot. Nope…drive another 1,500 feet with her turn
signal on, gets to the intersection, turns the turn signal off and STOPS!!!!
Lock ‘em up again!
I lean out of the open roof, the guy in the passenger’s seat is facing me
and flipping *ME* off, and I yell out "WHAT THE F#@K?!?!?!" They take the
corner, no turn signal and again STOP in front of the drummers house, LOCK
EM UP AGAIN!!!
The guy goes to get out of the car! I light em up, go around the car, and
go to the end of the street, turn around and wait.
They come up, get along side of me, the guy opens the door again and
starts getting out. I look at him and say "Sit the F#@K DOWN!" and look at
the girl driving and say, "*YOU* need to take the friggin’ BUS!!!!"
I was pretty shaken through all of this, because I only missed ramming
their door at the first turn by a matter of an inch.