A while ago, I posted a short series of traffic rants. In the final rant, I promised that I was done. The normal day-to-day idiots are still out there, and my daily commute is still full of heart-racing moments when a special person invoked their right-of-way at a red light, or a stop sign, or a no parking zone, but I was done ranting. Some of you invited me to “rant at will, Dan” – so…
Today’s rant is about a special class of driver. Batsh*t crazy drivers (BSCD) whose judgment is so flawed as to be dangerous and whose sense of entitlement is positively scary. These are people who should not be allowed to drive. These are people who should be avoided at all costs, but who, unfortunately, are sharing the road and a few parking lots with us.
There aren’t as many of these people – thankfully – so it’s taken a long time for me to collect these stories. I collected the final story about a month ago. The aggressive nature and high speed of these drivers, not to mention the dangerous situations they cause, made photos impossible. So, you get diagrams – yay.
I’ll start with our local Mobil station. Although I like the Mobil brand, I love my SpeedPass, but I usually avoid this station. It’s on a 4-lane road. It’s at a busy intersection and it’s the last gas station before the airport, so lots of people are returning rental cars, not knowing what side the gas cap is on. In addition, the parking lot has a drive-up ATM, a convenience store, and for some unknown reason (money), the owners added drive-thru Dunkin Donuts service. (click any image to start larger show).
The first BSCD award goes to several people who cut through this gas station in order to avoid the traffic light. That would be dangerous enough, but when they realize that the light turned green and the traffic that used to be behind them is now going to be in front of them, they speed up – in – the –gas –station!
The second BSCD award goes to a young lady who was behind me at an intersection with an on-ramp for I-91. As were driving up to the ramp, the light turned yellow. I was already starting to turn, so I continued. She cut the corner and sped up so fast, that she ended up almost hitting me broadside, and almost being hit by a car exiting the highway (who had a green light by that point). She slammed on her brakes, and ended up blocking the off-ramp until I passed.
The third BSCD award goes to a man who simply wasn’t thinking. He and his truck were parked at a stop sign at a 3-way intersection. That’s illegal. You can’t park within 30 feet of a stop sign. The reason is that if people have to drive around you, they end up blocking the intersection. On the day this guy earned his award, the person driving around him was driving a school bus. The bus wanted to turn right. The woman in front of me wanted to turn left. I, along with four people behind me, just wanted this to be over. The woman eventually went straight. I stayed back to let the bus turn. The BSCD in the truck never moved.
The final BSCD award goes to the driver of a King Cab pickup back at the Mobil station. I really need to avoid this palce. When I arrived, the station was full, and several cars were in line behind people at the pumps. I pulled in behind a woman at the first pump.
Pump, pump, pump…I waited while she filled her rental car. You can tell, because the cars are mostly white with Florida plates. When she pulled out, I pulled up to the pump. By this time, there were two cars behind me. As I got out of my car, the BSCD who was parked across the lot at the ATM, waved his hands and yelled:
“I was next!”
“Next? You’re not even in line.”
“I stayed over here because I have to turn around and back into that pump. My tank is on the other side.”
Turning around in this station’s lot is not something a sane person would do. If you had a St. Christopher statue on your dash, he’d jump out the window if you tried turning around there.
I pointed to the pump on the other side of the island from me, where a man was getting into his car.
“Why don’t you pull in here? The pump is on the right side for you.”
The guy pulled in, but the cars in line prevented him from pulling up as far as he wanted. He got out, looked at the positions of the hose and gas cap, made a frustrated gesture and yelled:
“See what you’ve done?”
Then he got back in his truck and sped away. That was a good thing. It’s bad enough encountering these BSCDs on the road, meeting them face-to-face is downright scary.
I’d like to say that this will be the last driving/driver rant, but these things continue to happen, I like drawing diagrams, so…