Road Rage (aka. I Hate LA)

Travelling east from my apartment, there's a left-turn lane that's kind of confusing. Basically, two cars can drive up to the edge and wait to merge onto the main road. Then there's a car's length of road that says KEEP CLEAR in huge white letters on the concrete (so cars going the other day can get through), and then the rest of the people drying to merge need to wait behind that. I'm so angry I drew a picture. If you're going east (up) you have to stop because the sign is facing you, but if you're going west you're supposed to just drive through.

Of course, people don't grasp the concept of the "keep clear" sign. I was driving west, and I slowed down because I saw a car barreling down the road like it had no intention of stopping behind the "keep clear" sign. Predictably, it didn't. So I gave the driver my best "Can penetrate two layers of glass and the fifteen feet in between" glare. It must have worked, because she looked over and stopped talking on her cell phone long enough to mouth some curse words at me and wave her hands. She then refused to pull forward and let me get around her in any way, even when a car in front her her merged and there was plenty of space. She just sat there and gave me this "oh well, too bad for you" look.

Obviously she did not realize how ludicrous she looked, parked ON TOP of a "keep clear" sign and widely gesticulating at me like I was doing something wrong. Hello, moron, I'm through traffic. Even the driver behind her me gave me this "What is wrong with that b--?" look as she backed up to let me through.

I hate L.A. If you're lucky enough to not have to drive every day, or live somewhere where driving is still a pleasure, count your blessings.