So here is my Bad Driving Experience of the day: I was driving down one of the main highways in my city, going home. I was behind a pick-up truck, a fairly old one in pretty bad shape. There were three guys in it: the driver and the passenger farthest to the right looked to be about 40 or so, and the passenger in the middle looked like a teenager.
That in itself wasn't the problem, of course. What was the problem was that the teenager and the passenger were fucking
in this truck. And I don't mean some little mild shoves; I mean real wrestling. I mean they were getting each other in headlocks. And the worst thing was that, occasionally, they jostled the driver, causing the truck to veer to one side or the other.
I wanted to pass it, but I was too terrified that at the moment I was passing this Truck O'Rednecks, someone would go for the Power Suplex or something and send the truck flying into my car. So I stayed behind him, keeping a safe distance, until, finally, I could get away.
You'd think you wouldn't have to tell drivers "Imitating Hacksaw Jim Duggan and Nature Boy Rick Flair in the cab of a moving pickup truck isn't a good idea," but I guess not.
That in itself wasn't the problem, of course. What was the problem was that the teenager and the passenger were fucking
I wanted to pass it, but I was too terrified that at the moment I was passing this Truck O'Rednecks, someone would go for the Power Suplex or something and send the truck flying into my car. So I stayed behind him, keeping a safe distance, until, finally, I could get away.
You'd think you wouldn't have to tell drivers "Imitating Hacksaw Jim Duggan and Nature Boy Rick Flair in the cab of a moving pickup truck isn't a good idea," but I guess not.