Originally Posted by
tmleadr03
I was driving home last summer heading East on 6th to the 25. On that lovely merge area I start working the zipper maneuver. You know, one car on the right goes, then one on the left. Something every one is supposed to know and use. Well this lady in a Highlander on my left decides she was supposed to be in front of me. Whatever. I keep my 1ft distance from the car in front of me as she pulls next to me. She slowly starts trying to edge me out. Once again, whatever. I have damn good insurance fuck you I ain't movin. She gets closer to me. Honks her horn. I maintain the same distance from the car in front of me and act like she isn't there. She finally gets close enough for my drivers mirror to start drawing a line on her door. She lays on the horn. I keep driving. She guns the car, pulls it around about 5 people in front of us and jumps the line.
This is where it goes full retard. Oh, you thought it was retarded all ready? Nope.
She throws the Highlander in park 5 cars ahead of me and gets out of the car. She apologizes to the car right behind her car "I'm sorry I have to go talk to this asshole". At this point the line of cars is pulling out of the line and moving around her. She makes it back to my car and knocks on the window yelling at me. I continue to ignore her and drive around her parked car and merge onto 25.
What kills me to this day about the whole situation is the line I came up with after I was already on 25. She had a nice set of knockers. Real nice. Serious MILF. I should have rolled down my window and asked her "Do your tits always look this nice when you're angry?" No, really. They were spectacular.