Wow! that was my 1440th post, for some reason I now have this overwhelming urge to do my taxes.
Filthy:
No harm no foul Filthy. Not a damn thing wrong with being sincere and you are obviously that.
My favorite is when I am cruising along at a nice steady 85 miles an hour in the left most lane, passing all the slower traffic and approaching someone in the way, who will surely move eventually–Idon’ttailgatethem–and some endvalve comes roaring up on my ass and sits there. I am already going faster than everyone else and it is evident that there is someone in my way, too. What the fuck is wrong with these people? I am talking about nice clear days, not during rush hour, although highway 80 is always pretty busy. Then they pull over into the right lane and attempt to pass me with a 4 foot hole between me and the guy poodling in the right lane going 30 miles an hour slower, forcing me to jam on my brakes. Ur-sphincters by a magnitude, yes. It has taken me a great deal of effort to not hook up a windshield washer resoirvoir laden with spent motor oil aimed to the rear to dissuade these culeros. Please tell me why I shouldn’t do it.
That thing you said of “directing” people by “gallantly” waving them into oncoming traffic is one of my pet peeves.
Marilyn Savant got asked that question a couple of weeks ago “How should I signal someone that I want him to go first?” And she got the answer “Watch for your turn and take it and stop waving people on!”
That’s advice I feel like passing out to every old folks home. I think they want to yield because they fell asleep and forgot whose turn it was,