So I'm driving to work today, right? I'm on the ramp getting on the highway. Now I'm not one of those guys that speeds to the end of the ramp to get ahead of everyone. I get on wherever I can get on and that's the way it is.
So today I'm trying to get on and it's fairly crowded. This is L.A. at 7:40AM. In the lane to my left is a Crotchety Old Dude (COD). There is a little space ahead of COD so I try to move ahead a bit and work into that space. COD is determined not to be the guy I get in front of if it's the last thing he does in life. I'm like dude, it's 7:40AM. You just got up. Is your whole day already so in the shitter than you can't just be nice and let a brotha in? For me, once I've showered 5AM and 5PM are the same. I'm wide awake and cheery as I'm gonna get. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Apparently the 0.0000000762 seconds COD is gonna lose by letting me in will cause him to miss an important business deal...or the senior citizen breakfast buffet at Denny's. I dunno.
I'm now about 20 yards from the end of the ramp and 40 yards from the next on ramp where a cop is ticketing people who run the one car at a time light. COD still won't let me in. I break into "I'm your worst nightmare....a nigga with a car" mode, act like I don't see COD and wedge my hooptie up in the spot just in front of COD. Homeboy is PISSSED! He lays on the horn and waves his fist at me like I almost took him out. It was only close at all cuz he was riding my ass like Willie Shoemaker on Secretariat.
I hold up my middle finger, wave it back and forth, twist it around for about 15-20 seconds to make sure COD realizes I'm not just adjusting my mirror. It's a middle finger....and it's for him.
COD gets off at the next exit but not before he pulls alongside and gives me the finger back.
Are you that guy? Are you COD? Cuz I got somethin FA YO ASS!
So today I'm trying to get on and it's fairly crowded. This is L.A. at 7:40AM. In the lane to my left is a Crotchety Old Dude (COD). There is a little space ahead of COD so I try to move ahead a bit and work into that space. COD is determined not to be the guy I get in front of if it's the last thing he does in life. I'm like dude, it's 7:40AM. You just got up. Is your whole day already so in the shitter than you can't just be nice and let a brotha in? For me, once I've showered 5AM and 5PM are the same. I'm wide awake and cheery as I'm gonna get. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Apparently the 0.0000000762 seconds COD is gonna lose by letting me in will cause him to miss an important business deal...or the senior citizen breakfast buffet at Denny's. I dunno.
I'm now about 20 yards from the end of the ramp and 40 yards from the next on ramp where a cop is ticketing people who run the one car at a time light. COD still won't let me in. I break into "I'm your worst nightmare....a nigga with a car" mode, act like I don't see COD and wedge my hooptie up in the spot just in front of COD. Homeboy is PISSSED! He lays on the horn and waves his fist at me like I almost took him out. It was only close at all cuz he was riding my ass like Willie Shoemaker on Secretariat.
I hold up my middle finger, wave it back and forth, twist it around for about 15-20 seconds to make sure COD realizes I'm not just adjusting my mirror. It's a middle finger....and it's for him.
COD gets off at the next exit but not before he pulls alongside and gives me the finger back.
Are you that guy? Are you COD? Cuz I got somethin FA YO ASS!

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secretariat's jockeys were turcotte and maple. . .and maple only subbed for turcotte when he was serving a suspension. . .but you get some k for the amusing metaphor.