February makes us shiver with each new rant it delivers

The BBQ Pit
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This is one of the reasons why a bought a Volvo rather than a cheaper Mercedes C class or equivalent. You drive a MB, Caddy, BMW, Lexus= snobbish, rich douchebag.

Drive a Volvo?= Boring guy into safe cars.

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My husband and I take turns driving the same BMW, and when I’m behind the wheel, I strive to be extra courteous and work against the stereotype. Unfortunately, when it’s my husband’s turn to drive, he undoes all my good work!

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Here is my lunchtime driving escapade. Bear in mind, I went home, and I live seven and a half minutes away.

  1. First of all, as I was driving towards a light, a driver in the left lane decided he wanted to go into the right lane and make a right turn. I was in the middle lane. He could have dropped behind me or sped up, but nooooo, he decided he needed to occupy the space my car was currently occupying. When I tapped the horn, he doubled down and continued to switch lanes. I hit the brakes, hard, and laid on the horn, but he didn’t give a shit, just crossed lanes and made his right.

  2. Then, when I got home, the mailman was blocking my parking spot - the spot I had shoveled out in the snow. I parked in the back, which was a mistake, since the place was icy. Backing out, I backed into the snow. (Our driveway is long and not straight.) No big deal, I got out, but I try never to park back there because it makes a big mess and my SO hates that it makes him look incompetent - he never backs into the snow.

  3. Then, on the way back, I was making a right turn. Car ahead of me decides that the green arrow is not safe to go on, so just sits there. Probably texting or not paying attention. Light turns red, and suddenly he thinks it’s safe to go.

  4. We all make our turn, and he switches lanes, and suddenly I am behind this big ugly truck. The truck proceeds to go 20 mph. We are on a 40 mph road. So he makes us catch every single light going up Wolf Road, because he refuses to go anywhere near the limit, and sitting in the left lane. I could have passed him, but by then I had just given up and decided to attempt to be patient.

That is all in less than 4 miles, one way!