A Letter...
To the shabla di'kut that I almost hit this morning:
If you are in the curb-lane approaching an intersection with your right-hand turn signal on, it is very logical - and quite possibly a universal constant - that the person going in the opposite direction who is wanting to turn left onto the same street will assume that you are making a right-hand turn at that intersection and that it is safe to make their left-hand turn.
YOU DO NOT GO STRAIGHT THROUGH THE INTERSECTION!
Owning an older model Mustang convertible* and driving with the top down does NOT give you the right to behave as if your brain were made of osik!
Dude, I should know. I have a Mustang convertible.
Next time this happens you will find yourself the victim of a commando strike, in which your pretty little car will be tagged as expendable and blown to smithereens, courtesy of a thermal detonator lovingly provided by Fi.
...Just so we're clear on that.
Absolutely no love whatsoever,
Me.
*I have absolutely no idea what kind of car it was. The nice, up-close-and-personal side-view I got of the thing as I slammed on my breaks suggested that it was a Mustang, seeing as how I noted no other detail other than his right-hand turn signal.
If you are in the curb-lane approaching an intersection with your right-hand turn signal on, it is very logical - and quite possibly a universal constant - that the person going in the opposite direction who is wanting to turn left onto the same street will assume that you are making a right-hand turn at that intersection and that it is safe to make their left-hand turn.
YOU DO NOT GO STRAIGHT THROUGH THE INTERSECTION!
Owning an older model Mustang convertible* and driving with the top down does NOT give you the right to behave as if your brain were made of osik!
Dude, I should know. I have a Mustang convertible.
Next time this happens you will find yourself the victim of a commando strike, in which your pretty little car will be tagged as expendable and blown to smithereens, courtesy of a thermal detonator lovingly provided by Fi.
...Just so we're clear on that.
Absolutely no love whatsoever,
Me.
*I have absolutely no idea what kind of car it was. The nice, up-close-and-personal side-view I got of the thing as I slammed on my breaks suggested that it was a Mustang, seeing as how I noted no other detail other than his right-hand turn signal.