January 18, 2006
Discourteous Richards
I heard this politically correct name first on NJ 101.5 the local radio station I used to listen to before XM satellite radio (Its great!) It refers to a slimy animal that likes to hog the left lane of our NJ highways, and refuses to move over when you come up behind them. Left Lane Dicks is the more popular term, I don't subscribe to the politically correct agenda as my family will attest.
This morning on the way to work I encountered many of these creatures, (they seem to enjoy coming out from under their rocks to torment me) usually I wait for an opportunity to pass them on the right and blast past. This morning there was one really nasty fellow. I came up behind him, keeping a safe distance and waited (hopefully) for it to move over. After a minute when it seemed he didn't see me (I always give the benefit of doubt) I flashed my high beams.
Normally you would think the driver would get the message and move over. Nope this animal was stupid! So I flashed the lights again, and again, and even a third time. The result was that the idiot slammed on his brakes, causing me to slam mine and swerve into the other lane. fortunately there were no cars right beside me. An opening appeared in the traffic and I passed the guy in the right lane and then signaled to get in the left lane to pass another car. The jerk decided I didn't belong in his lane and speed-ed up so I couldn't get in.
Well I got in anyway! The driver of the car was a little dismayed at this as he would speed up and tail gate me flashing his high beams on and off and swerve left and right. If it wasn't so scary it might have been amusing. The lights didn't bother me I have auto dimming mirrors, but the way he was driving was dangerous so I decided to get back in the other lane and let him pass.
Guess what he didn't want to pass, (I guess he liked me!) he got behind me and continued his belligerent behavior. By this time I was getting close to where I work and I didn't want him to follow me and have a possible confrontation with him, so I turned onto the road where the Cranbury Police Station was. (my shop did the HVAC there) and pulled into the station. I guess the slime ball didn't want a confrontation with me that bad because he didn't follow me into the parking lot. I waited a few minutes and then went on my merry way.
I can't wait for the drive home!
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