I hadn’t planned on going anywhere for lunch today. However, due to my not reading the cooking directions Tuesday when I bought the pre-cooked, frozen, nuke’n'heat lemon-pepper chicken breasts, I lacked freaking plastic wrap. Ok, so I’ll take the back road, run to Walmart real fast (hah!) and grab some plastic wrap . . . and maybe some pepperoni for home . . . oh, and a bigger tub of whipped cream for home . . .
Anyway . . . leaving the megalith of wage-slavery, I was behind this guy in a big black truck. I signal and start changing over to the leftmost lane (we both turned out into the center lane) of our side of the 7-lane road. Big Black Truck Twerp also begins to change lanes – no turn signal – and sees me, swerves crazily (covering about 2 lanes of total width taken from all 3 lanes) and straightens out, slows down, and then changes lanes behind me, this time using his turn signal. For the first lane change, anyway – not for the change into the turn lane, or his left turn into the Town and Country. Oy, frigging idiots.
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