Not if I’m driving the speed limit it’s not. That would be speeding, which is illegal.
And the faster traffic coming up from behind is also speeding. I have no obligation to break the law to enable your lawbreaking.
“Words, words, words.”
I always wondered who the folks were putting along at the speed limit (or below) in the left lane forcing me to pass on the right. Nice to meet ya!
Was she married to a Captain, by any chance?
Laws vary by state, but in many places, if you’re camped out in the left lane, you are breaking the law, and quite possibly more of a danger to other drivers than someone who’s going a bit above the speed limit.
No, that’s not happening. You misunderstand. I’m not driving in the left lane if it’s clear for me to move to the right. But if there’s another car there, I’m typically not going to exceed the limit to clear that vehicle more quickly.
Again, that’s not the situation. I’m talking about the situation described by Shoeless where I am passing another vehicle. I am under no obligation to speed in order to allow you to drive even faster.
I will merge right as soon as it’s clear, but you should not expect me to speed in order to do so.
Also, tangentially, if I am obeying the speed limit and other vehicles are speeding and that is causing a hazard…the problem is not me. This is definitely something I shouldn’t need to tell people.
Even worse, and related to ThelmaLou and Slow_Moving_Vehicle’s point about people not understanding reading for pleasure, I used to read when I had free time in high school, people would come to me and ask “what are you studying?”, “do you feel well?” and the always popular “What are you reading?”.
There was one girl though, who didn’t ask stupid question when I read books… I married her 
Thank god there was only one, or you’d have to become a Morman! 
Good grief.
Awww… 
well, there were others, but they didn’t know who Lovecraft was and hadn’t read The Lord of The Rings!
That’s much more dangerous that just bumping up your speed a little bit for a few hundred yards. More dangerous for everyone.
All the mentions of car parking reminded me of the one and only time I managed a car park.
The hospital where I worked had a very well-supported League of Friends (known to the management as The League of Fiends) and they had an annual fundraising garden party in the grounds of the chairman’s house. She lived in an old mill with a beautiful garden and the event was a chance for the ladies to show off their bling and the men to dress up as penguins.
The farmer next door was persuaded to allow parking on the adjacent field, separated by a small stream with a bridge over. The field gate was tricky if approached from the wrong direction so I positioned myself there, in full DJ and high-viz vest, while my two teenage helpers (working for snacks and probably a sneaky glass of champagne) organised them into lines.
We had two problems: I - several drivers ignored my signals and were forced to reverse, annoying the people behind them. This, of course, was my fault. 2. My helpers soon gave up on trying to get them to line up and just left them to it, coming up to help me out which was probably more use anyway.
Just when we thought it was all over a car pulled into the field entrance and stopped. “I’m not driving over that,” says the driver in a posh voice. “I will go in the front entrance to drop mother orf.”
I explained that since people would be wandering about on the front drive, the gates were locked. At that point, ‘Mother’ climbed out of the low-slung car, apologised for her son’s bad manners and set off across the field in her long dress and high heels while sonny Jim watched and then roared off.
I did send the teenagers with her to lend an arm in case she needed it.
Literacy has its benefits. I once met a woman named Ariel. Rather than making the obvious Little Mermaid joke, I instead asked her if she were a “bright and ardent spirit”, which raised her eyebrows. Turns out her parents did actually take her name from The Tempest; she said that getting the Shakespeare reference instead of the Disney one was how she’d decided whether or not to date a guy.
Alas, cultural literacy doesn’t translate to social intelligence - I completely missed the hint.
Well there’s a reason why I didn’t marry my wife until we were both 8 years out of high school…
And be careful with the spelling / formatting, or you might get Yard Sard / Yale Sard / etc…
I encountered the exact same thing over the name Ariel, but it was for a colleague’s daughter. I asked her if it was from Shakespeare, she’s all "Yep. Few people get that. Most assume it’s from The Little Mermaid. Taught me to always aim high when going for cultural references.
The convention as far as I understand it is for the visiting sport team to be listed second. Is baseball an exception?
Not in the US, as far as I know. All the major pro and college sports list the visiting team first, then the home team, mostly in the format of New York at San Diego, or Rutgers College at Yale, or something similar. When a sports score is displayed on the scoreboard or on TV, the visiting team will be displayed at the top and the home team at the bottom.
In the US, the convention is home team second. You can replace vs. with “at” to see where the game is being played/who is the home team.
But I don’t think this is a thing you shouldn’t have to tell people.
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I suspect it is USA thing then, so unless the person you are speaking to is from the states then indeed, you will need to tell them.