I dunno if it’s the car I’ve been driving (my dad’s '95 Explorer) or what, but it seems that everyone within 10 miles is conspiring against me, and every time I get on the road, and every opportune moment, they pull out in front of me. I mean, God Damn! I almost got hit 6 times on the way to work alone! And THAT’s only 2.6 miles!!!
so, I mean, What the Hell? How did these people get their license?
Ad Noctum, he who can’t seem to harness his anger at this time
Well, shit, I suppose it’s time to let you in on the joke. Every always hated me for being the first to reveal the “KICK ME!” sign pasted on a friend’s back.
You’ve got a huge sign on the front of your car saying “No, please! Go ahead! Really! I’m in no hurry. After you.”
Actually, it says “Cut me off, asshole” but I’m trying to be nice, here.
Next: Ad, did you ever think it was because you’re in an SUV, a Ford Exploder replete with Tombstone tires, no less, and these people just want to make sure they aren’t behind you?
Remind me to read some of the thread before I post what I think is a clever joke. Bad Marc! Bad Marc!
My mother was driving down the street when another vehicle pulled out in front of her. It resulted in her having a broken arm, a hurt neck, and long term health problems that prevent her from working. She’s a nurse and the accident rendered her incapable of doing CPR. So just remember folks to look before you pull out.
I completely missed the joke reading of the OP and title. Damn.
The reason you’re always being cut off on the road is obviously because you’re not tailgating enough. Get on up there! Snuggle up to that back bumper like you’re trying to read their odometer!
I ask because it’s possible that the drivers either don’t see you, or think you are going slowly enough. And of course, here in God’s Waiting Room, I know for a fact they sometimes don’t see you. I witnessed an accident where this lady pulled up to a stop sign, stopped, and then pulled out to smash the back panel of a car on the main road (going the speed limit), spinning the guy completely around (almost hitting me), all in broad daylight on a clear road. I stopped to help. Everyone:fine. Lady’s explanation: I never saw him. Perhaps a white or red car might have caught her attention? Maybe a cornea transplant?
Kamandi’s got the right idea. I drive like I AM the guy in front of me. ESPECIALLY if they’ve just pulled out in front of me.