What is it about the left turn that turns drivers into automotive retards? Sorry, bad choice of words. I apologize to the handicapped for comparing them to these idiots who can't seem to (as Queen Latifah might say) "get their turn on."
You've been behind them in the same lane, waiting for that magic little green arrow to appear. It makes us feel soooo wonderful, doesn't it? Love that little green arrow. It's like getting a green apple sucker when you're a kid, after your doctor just stuck you with a needle. It's a lovely little gift....except, that is, to the moron in front of you. Instead of yelling "YES!!", he's yawning. And, instead of stepping on the big pedal, he's doing about 5 MPH thru the intersection.
Oblivious to the fact that we all have places to get to, or that we're even there at all, this dipwad's pace means that at least three of us aren't getting thru the intersection. Isn't that thoughtful? You can ride this simp's bumper 'til the cows come home, but he's not going to notice. He's busy wondering if his disability check will arrive today or when the next season of "The Simpson's" will finally be out on DVD. I'm wondering how I always manage to be in the turn lane behind the guy in the 1986 Ford Tempo with plastic tarps where windows should be.
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