At the end of July, between traveling to the Wiggles concert and our trip to Virginia we spent a lot of time on the road in a 24 hour period. We also got cut off a lot in a 24 hour period. Getting cut off is pretty bad, but what really gets under my skin is how people will zoom out in front of you, then instead of maintaining their speed, they instead slow down. Why? To see if you're going to hit them? Every once in a while someone making a turn will jump in front of me and as they're slowing down I can see them in their rearview mirror watching my car to see what's going to happen. If you're going to be a poop and cut me off, at least do me the small courtesy of carrying on at the speed you started off at.
After getting cut off for the fifth time on the way down to Reading for the concert, I (once again) vocalized the five million reasons why I hate driving. To add salt to the wounds, for whatever reason people were cutting us off when there was nobody behind us. They couldn't wait the three seconds it would take for us to pass them. Because gas prices have been one of the main topics of news of late, and because I'm American and thus eager to find any reason whatsoever to sue my fellow Americans, I told Dave we should develop the idea of a microlawsuit that would allow you to recoup the cost of gas used up by unnecessary breaking whenever someone cuts you off. So you could sue somebody for, say, a nickel.
Pretty cool idea, right?
Right?
Hey, where did everybody go?