Okay, in the state of Virginia it is by law an obligation for a vehicle in the slowest lane on the highway to MOVE OVER when a merge lane is occupied by an driver. The only law that this does NOT apply to is Semi-trucks! However, balding and pepper gray long bearded old man in a P.O.S minivan does not apply to either.
Traffic is pretty thick, but still, by law drivers are obligated to move when people are on the on ramp trying to get on. If these a-holes would actually slow down and let people on we'd be frickin moving! So this old hippie guy with a dew rag and long peppered beard gets all pissed off at me because I finally decide to cut him off as he refuses to let me in. It's an either "Hit me or Move the F back" move. So after I'm denied to be let in by two vehicles and this van being the 3rd, I've had enough, my blinker has been on. The cars in front of me are running out of on ramp and so am I. So I meander over, he speeds up, so today I was the jackass. I had enough. I floored it, the little Civic humming it's happy lil tune to pathetic pick-up and I cut him off, blinker and all.
Shaking my head at him, noticeably, I move into the middle lane. The hippy had plenty of room to move over, but nooo, his hippy arse had to ignorant and just got what he gave. So he passes me, hanging out the window, shouting something at me, probably cussing, throwing his hands in the air and shaking his head. So I flip my under upside down like "WTF you want me to do about your anger issues." and smirk. He shakes his head and keeps driving, staring at me through his side mirror.
Hippy, probably too old to give a dang about the laws.
That's alright, I'm proud to be the jackass of the day. Needless to say, karma didn't get me back that day, so apparently I was in the right and that fcker in the wrong.
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