It irks me to no end when an idiot who is clearly in the wrong gives the look like of WTF? Like the offended was the offender.
I got a good one for this today. In the Grand Prix no less. I don't think I have EVER been so pissed off at someone before. Unfortunately (or fortunately probably) this guy caught me where I could not back-up, turn around, or otherwise catch him.
I will try to explain this section of highway best I can so you get the visual. We are getting onto southbound 291 hwy off of eastbound 39th street. Now in order to do this, you have to turn left onto the entrance ramp which is a cloverleaf of sorts. You have to turn North onto the ramp and it circles around putting you southbound onto 291. You get your own lane once you are on, but if you stay in that lane, it is exit only onto westbound I-70 in about a 1/4 mile or less. I was wanting to go eastbound on I-70, so I have to get over one lane, which I do, so that I can go over I-70 and take the next exit to the right which circles around and put you back eastbound.
Well, here's where the fun starts, I get onto southbound 291 along with another car right in front of me. 291 is clear, so I move over into the next lane so that I don't get forced onto westbound I-70. I hang back to let this car in front of me over in case they need to. Well, they make no attempt to get over and never turn on a signal, so I assume they are getting off onto westbound I-70. Now there is a Ranger pickup beside me on the left, so I can't move over any farther. At the very last second, the girl driving the car that was in front of me decides she needs over. I am now about half a car length past her, right next to her, on her left since I figured they were getting off because they made no attempt to get off earlier. Well, she clicks on her blinker and just starts over, literally clipping the corner of the exit. I can't get over because of the truck next to me, so I just hammer it and fly by to get out of the way.
So, all is well, no one got hit and other than me calling her and idiot under my breath, nothing more happened.... until.... I get to my exit which is just over the other side of I-70 and here comes the car, hauling ass. I get over into my exit lane and just as I'm starting to turn right into the cloverleaf, the guy in the passenger side of the car rolls down his window and chucks out a fast food cup full of something and narrowly misses the front of my car. What the hell!? I slammed on the brakes, but realized there was nothing I could do. I had already entered the exit and was past the point of no return, so I just kept going. They kept going south on 291. The wife and I stopped for lunch and I checked the front of the car. Nothing on it thankfully, but it went right under the front when he threw it.
Pretty retarded. Somehow it was my fault that his girlfreind or whatever didn't now how to drive or use a signal. My fault that I was almost hit when she decided to weave over at the last second. Also my fault for not just ramming the guy in the Ranger pickup off the road so I could make room for her.
Oh well.
