The Jackass in the Tiny-Penis Truck.

[Bertha Venation]

On the way home from work tonight, I got into the right-hand side of a very long two-lane left-hand turn lane. (Got that?) No one was ahead of me. The green arrow was green and I wanted to make it so I didn't slow down much. The traffic going through the intersection was stopped at the red light.

As I'm headed for the green arrow, a guy in one of those gigantor US-made pick-up trucks -- Ford, I think this one was -- decided he wanted to turn left instead of go straight, so he started pulling into the turn lane right in front of me. I was far enough back, didn't have to swerve, but I did have to move over, and I honked & flashed my brights. He kept coming! So I moved over more to get out of his way -- I wasn't even near his bumper yet -- and honked again. He honked at ME and jerked the wheel to the left to try to hit me! I honked again, got safely past him, and turned left at the arrow. Now he's behind me.

The fool turns his brights on in my rear-view. And tailgaited me. We got to the next red light, and he pulled as close as he could behind me without hitting me -- and actually pulled a little to the left to be sure his left hi-beam was right in my side mirror. I had already twisted my rear-view so his lights couldn't bother me. I have manual side mirrors so I rolled the window down and very deliberately & slowly reached my arm all the way out, then brought it back in and adjusted the mirror so his light wasn't blinding me. Then I waved behind me. I could hear him screaming at me but couldn't make out what he said.

The NANOSECOND the light turned green, he leaned on his horn. I just went through the light as I naturally would. I'd gotten out my pen to write down his tag no. when I had a chance. I never got the chance, though. He turned into a driveway as soon as we cleared the intersection. The driveway of the liquor store. :eyes:

I've been :tinfoilhat:ting about my bumper sticker since I put it on last week, and especially after the fabulous goings-on in San Francisco. I was praying this guy wasn't armed. Turns out I was only impeding his preordained entitlement to get smashed.