...on the way home from picking up my new Excursion from the dealer.
I was travelling down a busy 3 lane street, in the center lane--minding my own business. Those of you that drive regularly in a large city know the rule, you must stay close enough to the vehicle in front of you or you will constantly be cut off as other drivers take advantage of you. So I was travelling comfortably close to the guy in front of me, just moving with traffic.
Well, behind me a guy in a shirt and tie in a Mercedes Benz SLK is working hard to weave through traffic. Brand new, it still has dealer tags. Nice car--I was admiring it as he pulled up beside me on the left.
With no warning at all, this hotshot jackass cuts in front of me on his way to the furthest right lane. Have to give him kudos for having the balls to make this move, because if I hadn't slammed on the brakes, I would have creamed him.
Wouldn't you know the next light turns red, and guess who's right beside me on the right now...
Light turns green and he's licking the back bumper of the car in front of him trying to get back in front of me. Nothing doing this time. As traffic in the middle lane picks up speed in front of me, I lag just bit to give myself some room, keeping Mr. SLK in cross hairs of my tailpipe. Once I get a cushion, I drop the hammer, and he got a big black cloud right in the kisser. Coughing and waving his arms he didn't look like quite the bigshot he did before...
You know, I try not to be an ******* when I'm driving. If he'd just put on his blinker, more than likely I would have let him over since it was so busy. But he had to muscle his way in.
I hope the interior of his Benz smells like diesel fumes for a week.