"I am the grammarian about whom your mother warned you."
Driving in this morning I watched a little red car – not a sporty little red car, just a little old Toyota or something – suddenly whip over from the left lane to the right in between a car and the dump truck coming up behind, with barely enough room to fit. I’ll say it: it was a bullshit maneuver. I kind of caught my breath when I saw it, figuring this guy is toast (or maybe more appropriately, jam). No one in their right mind would cut in front of a moving dump truck (or really any kind of truck) with that little space, coming up to a red light. Yes, traffic was slowing, but I’m sure the truck driver wasn’t expecting to have to brake that hard. Luckily, he was apparently alert to what was going on around him and managed not to put Mr. Asshat in a body cast. Next thing I see is Mr. Asshat sticking his head out his car window, evidently yelling something back at the semi truck driver. He had the oddest look on his face, like you’d expect to see on someone mocking someone with developmental disabilities. Hrm. I couldn’t tell if the trucker was saying anything, I didn’t hear anything.
After the light changed and I got further down the road, I glanced in my rear-view mirror and saw neither the red car nor the truck so I think they turned off somewhere, the truck following the red car. I didn’t really think too much more about it until I passed the police station just a few blocks further and saw another truck pull in there and honk his horn (to get the attention of the police, I imagine). I’m guessing the first trucker radioed that he was going to confront the tool in the red car and may have asked his buddy in the other truck to call the cops. I think Mr. Asshat was about to have a very bad day.
On Twitter, @BigTamConnery commented that Twitter seems full of nutty and enraged people today. Seems like they’re on the road, too. Simmer down, y’all.