So the other day, the wifey and I are getting our frozen custard fix at one of those outside establishments, when we sit down on the curb to partake. As we were right by the drive-thru, I couldn't help but notice a lady getting a triple-scoop cone for her and her daughter in the passenger seat -- the kind you only see in cartoons or billboards.
While she is handling this behemoth, she's talking away on her cell. She may have even used her chin to get the car in gear. I don't know. What I do know is that she pulled right into traffic (very busy traffic), all whilst yammering away on her cell and slurping away on her triple scoop monstrosity.
I didn't see a third arm, but I did see that she had a 10-year old daughter in the passenger seat. If I were a cop, I would have pulled her over IMMEDIATELY. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
So with this aside, I'm wondering what really chaps the collective hide of the Polk community when it comes to other drivers. What is it that gets your blood boiling when getting from point A to point B in your jalopey?
Another thing for me would be in busy and congested traffic when drivers will go Mach 8 to go through a yellow light, but conversely go at a snail's pace through a fresh green light knowing there are nearly 197 cars behind them that will probably have to sit through the same light 86 times before gaining passage to the next bottleneck.