June 27th, 2006
|11:46 am - Offensive driving|
I was twenty minutes late to work today.
I was twenty minutes late to work today because the driver of an 18-wheel truck decided that he wanted to make a right turn onto Zeier Road from the left lane of Lien Road.
This, for those unfamiliar with the area, is a T-intersection controlled by a traffic light. I was driving toward the intersection, and there were several other vehicles in front of me. I realized, as I slowed down for the yellow light, that the truck was on my left side was speeding up.
You can't possibly understand how unnerving this was unless you know the area (here's a map!). The truck driver accellerated out of the curve toward the intersection, slammed on his breaks, went a couple of car-lengths into the intersection, and damn near collided with the vehicles turning left from Zeier. Then he turned his cab onto Zeier in such a way as to prevent my lane from moving.
I believe this is what is commonly known as offensive driving.
He's very lucky he didn't hit anyone, and he's even luckier that the people he didn't hit didn't hit anyone else while they were reacting to him. I didn't have to react, of course. I was behind a line of vehicles in the other lane waiting to turn right. All I could do was watch and get angry. When I realized that I wouldn't be moving for awhile, I turned off my engine.
What followed, once the light turned green, was a great deal of manuvering as he tried to complete his turn. Everybody had to stop, and an entire lane of traffic coming from Zeier had to reverse to give him room. Ever seen an entire lane of traffic move in reverse? That's what took most of the twenty minutes.
Eventually, (twenty minutes later (have I mentioned how late I was in getting to work?)) we started moving again. I'm surprised that no police showed up, but that doesn't surprise me as much as the fact that he didn't simply make a left back onto Lien (which would have been easier than jockeying around three different lanes). If he'd just followed his course he could have made a couple of right turns, reached his destination (or the road he wanted to be on, anyway) within five minutes, and saved the rest of us -- did I mention this? -- an unnecessary twenty.
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Fantômas -- Delirium Cordia
You sound like your dad.
No, I think labor unions are a necessary evil, but sooner or later their balance always tips further from necessary and closer to evil.
Like my dad (I imagine), I was totally not serious.
I sound like my dad? Really? But I'm a hippie -- jadatadew
said so! And she's a hippie, so she'd know. I have a hybrid car and everything!
Well, I guess my dad's kind of a jaded ex-hippie, so that kind of counts...
(he has a hybrid too)
Yeah, incidentally, who's that ridiculously conservative freak who comments on your journal from time to time? His icon looked like somebody I know, so I checked out his journal. He's definitely not who I thought he was, and his sometimes read like he's trying to parody Ann Coulter by being even farther right, except that he's serious. Do you know who I'm talking about? He's creepy.
No, you've totally lost me.
I'd be more willing to bet that he just doesn't know the area. When I was working for the Union, we need to replace the warning light attached to the theater doors on Park St. several times because semi drivers from out of town thought they could just drive up Observatory. The turnaround at the end of Park St. is simply too small for a semi to turn around without hitting a building.
You're probably right about that. Incidents like this (minus property damage) were a regular event when I lived off Gorham St., which (I imagine) is why Gorham and Johnson are now dotted with "don't drive your truck here" signs.
Feeling your pain. Half an hour late because of a cement truck tipping over not too long ago. Although your's is much better.
Wow. Cement sounds more exciting. Mine was just infuriating.
I like reading Fark.com
, where there's always a headline that says something like "Today's honey-smeared highway story brought to you by Baton Rouge, FL" or "Today's massive hot dog spill brought to you by Interstate 53."
I was twenty minutes late for work... well yesterday. My alarm clock didn't go off enough. I slept through the first two buzzings and then it just didn't go off again, which is when I usually wake up. Fortunately, the morning cashier was late, too, by about 10 minutes, so I sort of made up for part of my lateness. Oh well. This is the erm, umpteenth time that this particular cashier has been late by more than 5 minutes while I've been working, so I'm at least not worried about my job. Just my alarm clock.
It went off a total of three times. You hit the snooze twice and turned it off the third time. I didn't realize that you were actually asleep when you turned it off or I would have gotten you up.
Yeah... I have the feeling that you needed whatever sleep you got.