I Hate Drivers (A.K.A. One More Reason to Hate Texas, Part II)

Here's my rant.


So last Thursday morning while on my way to work, traffic was busier than normal (for a late commute at around 9:50'ish a.m. in Los Angeles). Seeing that traffic is NOT going to get any better as I try to drive through Downtown on the 110 South, I decided to take a detour and exit the freeway through Chinatown.

And that's not much better either.

After exiting on Hill Street, in stop and go traffic, to make matters worse, a pedestrian has activated the crosswalk ahead at Gin Ling Way (at the back-entrance to the Chinatown gate). So there goes the light at the crosswalk...blinking red. Now, smart normal people understand that this blinking red light just screams, "DRIVER, NOW I AM A STOP SIGN."

Apparently an unintelligent weird person was driving behind me.

I was one car away from being at the front of the queue at the BLINKING RED LIGHT CROSSWALK. The guy in front of me is stopped - cars all around me are stopped because there is a BLINKING RED LIGHT CROSSWALK. Most everyone is taking turns stopping, looking both ways, and then proceeding. Such is NOT the case for the person behind me. The guy in front of me proceedes, and then I move forward to the front of the queue and stop (note: the light is STILL BLINKING RED).

However, Dork-Boy behind me, who is CLEARLY NOT PAYING ATTENTION must have thought to himself when I moved forward, "COOL, NOW I CAN DRIVE DOWN THE ROAD, TRAFFIC ISN'T STOPPED ANYMORE."

WRONG.

Yeah, Mr. "I'M-NOT-PAYING-ATTENTION-BECAUSE-I'M-A-DORK-'MOVED'-HERE-FROM-HOUSTON-FIVE-DAYS-AGO-DIDN'T-CHANGE-THE-CLOCK-ON-MY-MOBILE-SO-I-THOUGHT-I-WAS-ALREADY-LATE-FOR-A-NOON-MEETING-WHEN-IT-WAS-REALLY-10:00A.M.-SO-I-WASN'T-PAYING-ATTENTION-AND-I-OBVIOUSLY-COULD-NOT-SEE-THERE-WAS-A-STOPPED-CAR-IN-FRONT-OF-ME..." (a.k.a. Mr. Dork-Boy) hit me.

Sure, I would have totally NOT called my insurance company had Mr. Dork-Boy given me a straight answer. And maybe if he hadn't hid behind his girlfriend (the owner of the car) to negotiate with me, instead he hid in the car. Sure, I believe your "we just moved here five days ago to Glendale from Houston, and we took everything out of our car already and we don't have our insurance in here" lame-ass excuse. And, okay...so you STILL think it's after NOON when it's now really 10:17 a.m....I said you were incorrect, so don't hastily jump back into your car and leave. Bastard!

Deal with my insurance now biz-natch. And learn what time it is.