So I was driving along, merging onto the highway so I could finally pass the van in front of me who was intent on going 15 MPH below the speed limit at all times. I merge into the right lane, and see there's enough space between this green truck in front of me and a red car behind me to merge to the left lane. I didn't see that the red car had JUST started to accelerate to fill the gap between itself and the truck, but I was there first. The car honked at me.
First of all, it was a really really lame honk. Second, I know how it is when someone just goes in front of you as you're about to pick up speed; I hate it. But, I don't really mind if the person goes as fast as the car he's following--which I did. Anyway, I pass the parade of slowness in the right lane and quickly move over to it so the red car can stop riding me. I look over as the car is about to pass me, just to see what kind of driver it is.
She was a brown-haired, sunglasses-wearing teenager who was mighty pissed off. She sped ahead. I drove for a while in the right lane, forgetting all about the whole thing. A couple miles later, I hit another slow patch of Sunday Drivers and switch back over to the left lane. This time I'm behind the red car. We drive like this for another few miles and then the red car switches over to the right lane. I thought "oh, this must be her exit." Then got a wicked idea. I was in a very good mood at the time.
I sped up fast enough to get to her, yet slow enough that she would notice me passing. Right as our cars were side by side, I glanced over, gave a smug smile, and winked. Then I sped off, as she had slowed considerably down for her exit. I glance back moments later to see her flipping me off. It was probably the best thing that's happned on the road in a long time.
First of all, it was a really really lame honk. Second, I know how it is when someone just goes in front of you as you're about to pick up speed; I hate it. But, I don't really mind if the person goes as fast as the car he's following--which I did. Anyway, I pass the parade of slowness in the right lane and quickly move over to it so the red car can stop riding me. I look over as the car is about to pass me, just to see what kind of driver it is.
She was a brown-haired, sunglasses-wearing teenager who was mighty pissed off. She sped ahead. I drove for a while in the right lane, forgetting all about the whole thing. A couple miles later, I hit another slow patch of Sunday Drivers and switch back over to the left lane. This time I'm behind the red car. We drive like this for another few miles and then the red car switches over to the right lane. I thought "oh, this must be her exit." Then got a wicked idea. I was in a very good mood at the time.
I sped up fast enough to get to her, yet slow enough that she would notice me passing. Right as our cars were side by side, I glanced over, gave a smug smile, and winked. Then I sped off, as she had slowed considerably down for her exit. I glance back moments later to see her flipping me off. It was probably the best thing that's happned on the road in a long time.
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