All the brain dead shit stain excuses for drivers were out this afternoon, I swear. (Intersections & street names provided for those who know the area & are curious.)
First, I'm pulling up to the intersection at Earth City right by I-70 in the right-most left turn lane as the light was changing (the guy in front of me kinda went on "orange" as it was). Woman in the lane to the left, who'd lollygagged in keeping up with her traffic to begin with, damn near threw herself into cross traffic because she didn't notice the light color. Then the guy behind her had left lotsa room for her to back to the line (she was a good 4-6' past it with her rear
bumper), she backed up a whole... 2 feet or so, then sat in reverse long enough I was sure she was going to be surprised by it when we got our light again. Then backed up an inch or two more, finally put it in drive, then scooted up the same 1-2 inches.
Second, and what still has me shaking a bit, is the shit stain who did kinda what the lady above me did, except it wasn't almost. This time I was waiting at the light on northbound Florissant under the I-270 waiting for cross moving Dunn Rd. traffic. Got the green, waited a second or two (there's no pause at this light between one light going red and the next going green), noted a car way back who wasn't going incredibly fast, and went. Yeah, that car decided he was above paying attention to piddling intersection signals or something, 'cause HOSHITCARHEADEDRIGHTFORME. I was already accelerating kinda fast just 'cause, so I utterly gunned it and he screeched his brakes. No accident. Blearggh!
. Had I braked he woulda hit me, but I knew I was farther forward than back. I guess the guy in the straight-ahead lane next to me was slower at the switch, either 'cause he doesn't pull away quickly or not paying attention or likes to give a full 3-5s for light runners or whatever, but he was still at the line so everyone else just waited for the guy to go (as seen in my rearview).
Then, while I'm still thinking about all that, a bit before the light at St. Francois some pecker head who wants to treat Florissant Rd. as the autobahn (seriously, the cops may be OK with themselves & everyone else doing 10 over, but fuck, 55 in a 35 and having to tailgate & weave is just stupid) weaves up right on my ass, and then when I'm just thinking of moving around the guy in front of me (hell, I do the aforementioned 10 over if I can) he, of course and with no signal, darts by me inches off my bumper. I knew he'd do it, it was plain as day (we had been going a few mph faster than a Jeep on the right, who was still next to both of us, but the Jeep turned off at St. Francois, thus opening the gap).
I'm shaking less now that I've been home. Things to make the bad feelings go away:
- I have a cyclamen randomly putting up flower stalks & flowering straight out of the ground where I thought they'd died,
- J had a chance to go home between hitting the bank and going up the block for his haircut, which means
- I had cash waiting for me on my keyboard, and
- I also had two packages on my chair awaiting me: The 2nd book of Little Dee and the three pendants I bought (F11, M15, and P18) from JB.
Those things all made me much happier than I was when I was parking my car.