Lunch break. I'm driving back to the office with my soup and salad (and a Father's Day gift for David). There are 3 lanes heading west. There's a guy in a really old sedan hauling a U-Haul trailer several car-lengths ahead of me in the right lane.
U-Haul-Trailer guy proceeds to cross the other two lanes to his left, in order to get to a left turn lane, only he doesn't wait for room. He sort-of just goes and makes everyone slam the breaks until he makes it over.
As I drive by him, muttering "Moron," I turn to look at him. His windows are tinted. I see only his silhouette...
....as he lights a crack pipe.
Nice. This explains the driving.
1 comment:
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
gosh i miss living in Florida; really; the drivers alone make me long for the days when i took my life in my hands everytime i merged onto the freeway; no wait...
that's one of the reasons i DON'T live in Florida anymore
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