Monday 5:44 PM. Boston, Mass.
Locale: New Rutherford Ave, a 4 lane road
Perpetrator: Blue Camry

As you know by now, my route home is clogged more severely than the arteries of someone who eats fast food 5 times a day. This particular route is the way to the Tobin Bridge, a bridge you know all to well if you've kept up with this blog. The right lane is the exit to the Tobin, the first lane in is...the second exit to the Tobin, for all those people who don't know/don't care that the right lane is the only exit. Then you have two more lanes which go straight to 93 Southbound. These lanes can be a coin flip. They're either equally as stalled, or have no one in them.

In today's story, our intrepid driver is stuck behind the people who are sadly misinformed and making a last ditch effort to get to the Tobin. He does not wish to be going in this direction, so he changes out of his lane and into the third lane of the road. Unfortunately for him, that space was currently occupied by someone doing the same thing.

In most operational cars, there are not one, not two, but three rear view mirrors. They are there for a very important reason: no one behind you has any goddamn idea where you want to go or what you want to do. They are not psychic. If you do not use your turn signal, they don't know you're going to change lanes.

The person in the minivan who, no more than a second earlier, turned into that lane, had what must have been some of the fastest reflexes I've ever seen. I'm shocked I didn't witness an accident. They then slow down so they can pull up next to the car which almost took their passenger side off, and the guy just keeps going past them. Well, I can tell you didn't know where you were going, but I do know where you ended up: the winner's circle for today's blog post.