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“W” bumper stickers, “Bush/Cheney” stickers, and related stickers all piss me off in general. Some of the worst drivers in Nashville happen to be sporting them on the back of their vehicle. And they always seem to be driving the biggest gas guzzler available. But let me get back to the point. Traffic was very light this morning, I was feeling good. I was in the middle lane and this big white truck was in front of me. It was a total road-blocker, I couldn’t see around it or over it. But it did have a black “W” sticker right there sticking out on the contrast of the white. He wasn’t slow at all, but I just couldn’t see. So I turned my signal on and passed. Cars weren’t going any faster in the other lanes, so I decided to get back behind the white beast. At least he was moving. Finally, it was time for me to get over so I could make my exit. I put on my signal and the bastard immediately and abruptly cut me off! I rarely get cut off because I try to pay attention to everything around me so I can predict if someone is going to come into my lane. But the Bush-lover pulled a fast-one on me. No signal, no warning, the fucker just about smashed the hell out of my car. I slammed on my brakes and laid on the horn. He loved it. In his mirror, he was watching me and smiling a big southern smile. I flipped him off and he just loved it. By this time, I was so pissed. I think the “W” sticker really made it worse. So we got off the ramp and he got into the right lane. I was going to move over to the left to get away from him. I started into the left lane. The lanes were completely clear. Then, Mr. Asshole did it again! He abruptly swerved over to the left lane, again almost beating the fuck out of my car. I slammed on my brakes and laid on the horn. I was so pissed. What the hell was this guy’s problem? My heart was pounding in my throat as we sat at a red light. I felt like getting out of my car, walking up to him and… well, I’ll leave that to your imagination So we proceeded down the road and then he put his turn signal on (suddenly he learns how to use it) and politely pulled into the gas station to fill up his gigantic vehicle. I’m sure after he got done spending $80 to fill up his boat, he’ll proudly tell all his buddies about how he almost wrecked my car twice. He could have seriously injured me (or killed me) and yet he looked so proud of himself. Asshole. 
I’ve always thought they should fit loud speakers on cars so that you can give them a piece of your mind when idiots like that ruin your day. Posted by Sunshine on Tue, Oct 4, 2005 @ 10:37 pm You know what you do with these people? Here’s what I do with these people: [1] Memorize/write down the asshole’s license plate and model of car (color, if you don’t know cars, like me) Posted by Kirkkitsch on Wed, Oct 5, 2005 @ 8:14 am er, “step 3″ Posted by Kirkkitsch on Wed, Oct 5, 2005 @ 8:14 am Leave a comment
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Don’t you hate it when you encounter a driver who goes out of his way to piss you off? And to add insult to injury, he has a “W” sticker on the back of his car. I like how 
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