This morning on my ride to work, some asshat in a Black Nissan Maxima came up the Glebe Rd. ramp and immediately cut us off. No Signal. No Warning. Just BAM, right in our lane, missing the front bumper by about half a short and curly hair. Tiff applied the horn, I applied the finger. This jackass has the nerve to come to a full fucking stop on I-395 IN RUSH HOUR. He’s jawing at us in the rearview, I switch to the double eagle, and some more horn is applied. Finally, jackass gets moving and we can resume our commute. He made several fairly vulgar and juvenile displays as we drove by him. I was really hoping that he was going to follow us to the Rosslyn Metro so we could exchange a few words face to face.
So really, jackass in the Black Maxima with Maryland License Plate MDZ-716, wearing fucking headphones while driving, I salute you. You have won my Asshat Driver of the Week award. I hope you get intestinal distress at work today. Then I hope you die.
Yet one more reason that Maryland Drivers’ Licenses should not be honored anywhere else in the US, nor should out-of-staters be required to surrender their good licenses when they move there.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
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