Keeping with driving: there’s a special place in hell for people who don’t know the rules of right-of-way.
This happens all the time down here: I’m on a street, driving west, approaching an intersection. Another car is approaching, heading east. There are stop signs north and south, but not east and west. I want to turn left (south), and there’s not enough room to make it before the other car reaches the intersection, so I slow to a stop while turning on my signal. And the idiot in the other car, despite the fact that he doesn’t have a stop sign, stops and waves for me to go through.
Jackass! You’re not being nice by doing this! You have the right of way! I don’t mind stopping and waiting my turn! And if you force me to go first, you’re asking me to violate the rules! If you decide to floor it and ram me, I will be in the wrong!
When people do this to me now, I just sit there and shake my head when they wave me through. If they persist, I’m putting my fucking parking brake on and getting out to tell them the rules of the road.
Drivers who depend on my reflexes to keep us both safe. I’m talking to the guy who turned right in front of me from the left lane yesterday, and the guys who grab a left turn at unprotected lights when I have the right of way. (Why are they always driving pick-up trucks.) You guys who slam on your brakes on the freeway because you wanted to jump the line at a crowded exit. You who floor it out of an alleyway in front of me and depend on me to stop because you didn’t have enough time, as you very well knew. All you guys.
I’m getting older and one of these days you may overestimate my reflexes and roadcraftiness.
There’s a special place in hell for assholes who fail to re-rack their weights in the gym.
Yes, i know that you are special. The fact that you can press 100 pound dumbells makes clear just how special you are. But spare a thought for the people who not only cannot press 100 pound dumbells, but can barely lift the things off the ground. A woman at my gym today was about to forego using one of the benches because she couldn’t move the weights you selfishly left lying there after your set. I got them out of the way for her, but i’m no powerhouse either, and it took some effort, lifting one at a time.
Same goes for leaving three 45 pound plates on either end of the bar. You used them, now put the fucking things back so the next person doesn’t have to.
Cite on accelerating through the pass? I was taught (jusdiction: Idaho) that you only had the right to pass if you could do it without breaking the speed limit. That is, if the other person was going below the speed limit.
Amen to the “People who do the speed limit in the left lane.” Otherwise known as the State of Oregon. Whenever I do a run up to Washington State I just want to put every Oregonian into a ditch. They have absolutely zero concept that there might be other people on the highway.
Oh, and Gabe? My license plate frame is for you. It says “Get a grip. It was only a lane change.”
Actually they may have the concept that, if they’re going the speed limit, then legally speaking they are the fast person there, and so have a right to be in the left lane. (The slow lane being for cars that are going less than the speed limit.)
I’m not sure why I’m arguing this; I never linger in the fast lane. I prefer to stay in the slow lane, getting in the way of people getting on and off the freeway. Nonetheless, I’m fairly certain that the ‘slow people right’ rule was not designed to facilitate lawbreaking speeders.
… as far as I know, the left lane is supposed to be used by those who are overtaking someone else, not for those who are going at a pre-specified speed…
There is a special, extremely hot, and excruciatingly painful hell for whatever jackoff put 20 inch rims on this International Harvester Travelall.
“International Harvester” might not mean anything to most people, but to automotive history buffs the name represents a cherished piece of American car culture. And now someone has gone and disgraced it by putting those abominations on that otherwise lovely vehicle.
Those asshole freshman who live directly above me and the other night thought that 2 AM was a great time for a karaoke party on the balcony right above my window.
I gotta go with assholes on motorcycles who decide that 2:30 in the frickin’ morning is just the best time to be flying down LaSalle St. about 70 MPH without a muffler.
Those are the same people that walk at angles, so you can’t get around them in a hallway/mall. I’ve always said walking should be like driving. Go STRAIGHT so I can get around you, and if you want to stop, get the hell out of the way. Though I’m rather indifferent about if you walk on the left or right, it never really bothered me.
