What Really Grinds My Gears: People Who Wave as They Cut Me Off
Allah. I live in a state where turning left in the face of oncoming traffic is such a routine occurrence that drivers on the opposite side of the intersection actually wait to be cut off. Seriously, if someone is stupid or timid or conscientious enough to obey the rules of the road, the driver who didn’t get cut off acts like deer caught in headlights. WHAT DO I DO NOW? You want me to go FIRST? Me, I don’t mind getting cut off when I’m driving. That would be like worrying about the denomination of the bill an attractive woman uses to snort a line of cocaine off your/one’s penis. What’s the point? Besides, the left-turning cutoff gives you a chance to lean on your horn, which is always good fun. But I get furious when someone cuts me off and gives me “the wave.” Who gave YOU permission to cut ME off? Not ME. And they NEVER make eye contact. The “thanks for letting me cuckold you automotively” wave has to be the most arrogant yet po-faced gesture known to man/woman. If I ever shout “ramming speed” down to my right foot, refer the arresting officer to this blog. Or, on second thought, don’t.
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I get pissed if I don't get a wave. To me the wave is acknowledgement that I'm there, and that they are thoughtful enough to at least feign appreciation that they were let in ahead of me. I hate the douchebag that has a phone in one hand and the steering wheel in the other that cuts me off and then slows down. Clearly they're too busy to be driving, so why are they?
Late to the party but I totally and unconditionally endorse every comment by our dear leader in this thread. And my wife, too!