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When i drive to school in the morning i drive down wire road past the vetschool and then past frat row. it is always congested in the morning and often times cars are very very close together. big deal, yeah? but in order to go strait at the next light one can only be in the right lane, the left lane is forced to turn left. one must go straight in order to get to open C-zone parking. and always every morning there are people who fly down the left lane in excess of 20 miles over the speed limit and then cut in line so they can still go straight. i often times try to thwart those who try to cut infront of my by shrinking the space between me and other cars and somtimes it pays off with satisfactory results. but often times it is I who is thwarted.
the other day some FOOL tried to bust up in front of me. i was at the head of the line you see and he was starting very far back. he must have passed 15 cars and was probably feeling very good about himself (or so i'd like to imagine) i however sped up. he could have fit in behind me quite easily, there was a good 45 feet between me and the car behind me. but he didn't (as i'm sure you all guessed). so i matched his speed most of the way to the light. he could not get over because i was being a DICK about it and accelerated with him perfectly. i could almost feel the tension rising in him as he realized exactly what was happening, especially because at 65 miles an hour the light was comming up very quickly indeed. we both started slowing at the same pace, despite his now alarming situation he STILL refused to get behind me. so we are nearing the last 40 feet of our race and i am nearing my victory, my sweet sweet victory over not just all the assholes who do that, but their KING! as i revel in this i slowly realize that I always take a right here because thats the way i go to get to my (sweeter) parking area. so now I am faced with a choice. i am gonig to be late if i stay in the now middle lane, but if i go right like usual then HE gets in. as i'm nearing the last 15 feet of this EPIC battle of good and evil my mind is racing. what do i do? tardy vs. VICTORY. what do i do?
i turned right, i'm a pussy who has a mean teacher. so now i bide my time, for i RUE that choice. and one day, one day i WILL have my vengence. one day.
the other day some FOOL tried to bust up in front of me. i was at the head of the line you see and he was starting very far back. he must have passed 15 cars and was probably feeling very good about himself (or so i'd like to imagine) i however sped up. he could have fit in behind me quite easily, there was a good 45 feet between me and the car behind me. but he didn't (as i'm sure you all guessed). so i matched his speed most of the way to the light. he could not get over because i was being a DICK about it and accelerated with him perfectly. i could almost feel the tension rising in him as he realized exactly what was happening, especially because at 65 miles an hour the light was comming up very quickly indeed. we both started slowing at the same pace, despite his now alarming situation he STILL refused to get behind me. so we are nearing the last 40 feet of our race and i am nearing my victory, my sweet sweet victory over not just all the assholes who do that, but their KING! as i revel in this i slowly realize that I always take a right here because thats the way i go to get to my (sweeter) parking area. so now I am faced with a choice. i am gonig to be late if i stay in the now middle lane, but if i go right like usual then HE gets in. as i'm nearing the last 15 feet of this EPIC battle of good and evil my mind is racing. what do i do? tardy vs. VICTORY. what do i do?
i turned right, i'm a pussy who has a mean teacher. so now i bide my time, for i RUE that choice. and one day, one day i WILL have my vengence. one day.