Whatever happened to the stereotypical "Sunday driver"? Where ever they are, I think I want them back. You know the type I'm talking about, slow; but pleasant.
Today on my way to work I stopped at a stop sign, you know, those octagon shaped things that stick up at intersections to signal a STOP? Well, evidently my Pennsylvania pause wasn't brief enough for the driver behind me.
*Side note: I'm used to people in NOLA beeping at me when I'm in front of them at a stop light or a stop sign. It's quite nice of them to remind me how to drive when I take too long leaving an aforementioned stop light or stop sign.
Luckily for me, the nice gentleman and his girlfriend were there to remind me that I should only take .5 microseconds at a stop sign before proceeding on my way.
Now, let me tell you about this stop sign real quick though. If you don't normally drive on Leake St. uptown, you have NO idea this stop sign is there, it sneaks up on you for sure. So I'm guessing this driver of the souped up Neon wasn't aware that I was going to be stopping at this sneaky red octagon.
But, what happened next wasn't the usual reaction I get back from drivers after I extend my middle phalanx at them when they piss me off with their general rudeness or impatience. The driver sped up behind me, riding my bumper for about 15 feet, then when he didn't like when I slammed my brakes on him, he sped up to be beside me on the street so his classy girlfriend could hang out the window and yell profanities at me. When I put on my brakes so they could pass me (clearly they were in more of a hurry than I was) they made sure to cut me off, slam on their brakes and then, the kicker, they pulled into the Audubon Zoo.
I had a nice chuckle as I finished my drive to work. I hope they enjoyed their nice little Sunday at the zoo!
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