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It seems that I encounter horrible people every day—often while driving to and from school. On my way there today, a truck in the inner of two turn lanes that turned from Coleman Avenue onto Taylor Street nearly clipped me when its driver decided to move into the outer lane at the end of his turn. The slack-jawed, mouth-breathing son of a bitch gave no signal or other warning; he clearly wasn't paying attention and I don't think he even realized that I was there let alone how close he came to hitting me. As he slowed to turn from Taylor Street onto Guadalupe Parkway, I passed him and saw no more awareness or vitality in him than I would expect of a zombie.
On my way home, I had the misfortune of encountering someone even worse and I bore witness to an automotive crime spree. First, an SUV driving dangerously fast through a 25 mile per hour stretch of Winchester Boulevard (near senior citizen housing and a day care center) appeared almost out of nowhere right behind me. Without signaling, he raced around me, nearly clipped both my truck and another vehicle in the other lane as he shot through us back in front of me. He then sped away and for all his haste and recklessness he still had to stop at a red light at Newhall Street—exactly one vehicle length ahead of where he would have been otherwise since I came to a stop directly behind him.
While we were stopped in the turn lane, I took a picture of the SUVs license plate, but there was too much glare to make out the number. After turning onto Newhall Street, the driver's speeding and erratic, unsignaled lane changes continued and again without benefit as I again caught up to him at the very next light. I was turning, so when I paused next to the SUV upon reaching the intersection, I took a picture of the driver—a blond-haired man who was illegally talking into a telephone held high to his smug-looking face—and upon seeing me, this man on an automotive crime spree flipped me off.
What a horrible person! If karma took requests, I would request that the guy crash his big shiny SUV into a sturdy telephone pole, piss and shit himself as a result, then stub his toe, step in poop, get food poisoning accompanied by a particularly messy and painful case of diarrhea, and finally, catch a painful and disgusting disease of some kind—something with very obvious symptoms so nobody would have sex with him ever again. If karma took requests.
Sadly, both kinds of drivers—the idiots and the assholes—and countless others very much like them will doubtless continue to endanger decent people with their dangerous driving indefinitely. Fuckers.
