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Being from New Mexico, I've always made the crack that a good New Mexico driver is one that can reload with one hand.
This morning it was raining like a sumbitch on my way to work.
I got behind a guy with Alaska plates who obviously had all his worldly goods in the car with him. Stopped at the traffic light, this guy was looking around and didn't see that the light had changed for a few seconds after it turned green. I gently (really!) tapped the horn. Well, that set him off. He decided to go REALLY slow, then.
I decided I was done with this puke and speeded up to pass him. He speeded up to prevent my passing, but I gunned it and pulled in front of him just before the next traffic light. This time he stood on his horn as soon as the light turned green.
Up to that point, I found the whole thing funny. It takes more than a low grade moron to piss me off, usually.
I nonchalantly ignored his horn blasts and turned down the street to my work place.
Pretty soon I noticed the fuck was following me. I deliberately turned at the next street to see if he turned right behind me. He did. At this point, I was still calm, but mumbling under my breath: "Go ahead and follow me, you worthless puke, because I'm driving to the police station."
Suddenly, he gave up following me and broke off to go back the other way.
I was mildly disappointed: I already had the fucker's license number and I was just hoping he'd follow me to the police station.
This morning it was raining like a sumbitch on my way to work.
I got behind a guy with Alaska plates who obviously had all his worldly goods in the car with him. Stopped at the traffic light, this guy was looking around and didn't see that the light had changed for a few seconds after it turned green. I gently (really!) tapped the horn. Well, that set him off. He decided to go REALLY slow, then.
I decided I was done with this puke and speeded up to pass him. He speeded up to prevent my passing, but I gunned it and pulled in front of him just before the next traffic light. This time he stood on his horn as soon as the light turned green.
Up to that point, I found the whole thing funny. It takes more than a low grade moron to piss me off, usually.
I nonchalantly ignored his horn blasts and turned down the street to my work place.
Pretty soon I noticed the fuck was following me. I deliberately turned at the next street to see if he turned right behind me. He did. At this point, I was still calm, but mumbling under my breath: "Go ahead and follow me, you worthless puke, because I'm driving to the police station."
Suddenly, he gave up following me and broke off to go back the other way.
I was mildly disappointed: I already had the fucker's license number and I was just hoping he'd follow me to the police station.