No respect for lefties

So, a couple weeks ago, a gentleman friend took me to lunch. He was driving.

He always drives. No one else ever drives his rig and he doesn't cotton to the passenger much at all, even in someone else's rig. In fact, we nearly had to call a divorce attorney after a road trip in MY rig because he was such a poor passenger. And, OK, I'll admit it...when I'm driving MY rig, I don't cotton to anyone else telling me how to do it.

But I digress.

There we were in HIS rig (which is a huge, brand new truck, I might add, very hard to miss). We were at a double left hand turn signal, in the outside lane.

Light turned green, we proceeded into the intersection, only to have some yahoo in some cheesey SUV who was in the INSIDE lane, cut into our lane (no blinker, of course!).

OK, we thought, maybe Mr. Yahoo has to make a quick exit off this street and just forgot to get in the correct lane. Nope. He stayed in our lane, tooling down the road for six or eight blocks. So, why, we wondered, did he need so BADLY do be in our lane that he had to nearly cause an accident.

No answer.

Same trip. We were on our way back from lunch (suishi w/a side of terriaki chicken, yum!) and, again we were in the oustide lane of a double left. And AGAIN (I swear I'm not making this up!) another member of the Yahoo clan who was in the inside lane cut us off (blinker? course not, silly!) and scurried into our lane. And AGAIN it wasn't so he could make a quick exit.

Clearly it was a case of my badcarma hitching a ride to lunch.