Deadshit Drivers

It always amazes me how many idiots there are on the road. Tonight I saw a prime example on Fullarton Road on the way home from work. It's peak hour traffic and I'm in the left lane, and the car in front of me needs to get to the right lane - sitting there with its right indicator flashing. It's the middle of Winter and dark, so each flash burns into my retina like the sun so it's not like anyone within 100m couldn't see it. Next to me in some shitty little car is the only person in the universe immune to that indicator, since as the traffic inches ahead, he's trying to fellate the exhaust pipe of the car in front with his bumper.

Can't he see that the guy wants to get across? Does he think that the blaring indicator is a warning that he's not close enough to the car in front? Whatever the reason, we keep moving up the road in little 20m spurts, and the deadshit next to me refuses to let the car in. In the end, the guy in front of me gives up, and stops until someone else lets him in. I didn't care. We're moving at 0.0002m per minute anyway so the net effect to me is that I got to the next set of lights exactly 1 second later than I would have.

As for our deadshit driver of the day, he was probably oblivious to the whole thing, happily ensconced in his own little driving world, driving a finger deep into his nostril and fishing for dried mucous at every standstill while looking blindly around his car.

So, driver of XDC-328, I salute you, y'moron!