I definitely hate sitting in traffic, but I have lately realized that what I hate slightly more is driving in a quickly-moving middle lane next to a lane of stopped traffic.
For some reason this really creeps me out; I tend to cringe on the right side while hurtling past these stopped cars at impressive, yet legal, speeds.
My fear is that someone in that line of cars is going to decide suddenly that that exit is not nearly so remarkable as to warrant the wait, and thus liberated and joyous, turn violently into the quickly-moving lane. [That's where I am driving, hoping to be left alone.]
Blinkers people, love your blinkers.
For some reason this really creeps me out; I tend to cringe on the right side while hurtling past these stopped cars at impressive, yet legal, speeds.
My fear is that someone in that line of cars is going to decide suddenly that that exit is not nearly so remarkable as to warrant the wait, and thus liberated and joyous, turn violently into the quickly-moving lane. [That's where I am driving, hoping to be left alone.]
Blinkers people, love your blinkers.
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