Yeah, that was way, WAAAAAAY too close, dude or dudette!
Yeah, I was turning right and had slowed down and was signalling, but there was no way any sane person would have gunned it through the intersection like that. It’s a good thing that neither of us had an extra coat of paint on our cars or we would have been swapping it.
And the way you then fishtailed your way back over into the left lane and gunned your mom-mobile SUV like NCC-1701 going to Warp Six – impressive.
So as I pulled up next to you on your right at that stop sign that you graciously deigned to honor, I was ready to use my “driving finger” to “signal” that I thought you were “number one,” if you know what I mean.
Who the hell drives like that?
But I didn’t, because it turned out you were just a kid, probably really early in your driving learning curve…
…and you Mom in the passenger seat was saying things to you at such a volume that my flipping you off and screaming would have just been pale and pathetic in comparison.
Good luck, Mom. I’ve been there.
Today was my turn to be a little bit more experienced, a little bit faster, a little bit smarter.
Tomorrow you’re on your own.
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