If you do this, I hate you

This always happens, and it always happens here.

Here’s the story. I want to go home. It’s rush hour. I want to get off of 24/65 and onto 40W so I can get onto I-440, which is where home is. This is a three (I think) lane bit of highway, and how it works is that I-65N/24W is The Place To Be, I guess, because everybody in Nashville wants to go that way. The highway eventually splits, with 40W branching off. 40W is where I want to be.

So there’s a huge line of a hundred-thousand bagjillion people who want to be headed north, and so there’s always a huge line stretching back to Alabama. Usually, however, the lane for 40W is relatively clear, because the lane branches off on its own. HOWEVER.

There is always someone who gets into the left lane. They do not want to get onto 40W. No, they edge their way in and speed the heck up with their right blinker on, and bolt to the very front of the line, as far as they can go, and then they slam on their brakes, forcing me and everybody behind me to wait while they butt their way into the slow-moving I-65N line.

I have a name for these people: assholes. Below is a handy diagram to illustrate.

 

If you do this, I hate you.

Exit, stage left.
Sparks