So I'm driving along, minding my own business and someone pulls into my lane right in front of me. I mean, swerves into my lane and slams on their brakes.
I glance in my rearview mirror and see someone behind me, but not close enough behind me that I would hit them if I jerked over into the left-hand lane extremely quickly. To avoid being hit by the jerk-off in the van that cut me off and then slammed on his brakes.
So I did.
The person behind me in the left-hand lane apparently decided it would be a really good idea to speed up.
Also? The person behind me in the left-hand lane was a cop.
So. He turns on the blue lights. I pull over to the right.
All five foot four inches and four hundred pounds of him comes waddling over to my car.
"YOU EVER HEARD OF A TURN SIGNAL?" he sneers.
"I'm sorry sir," I said politely. "I'm sure you saw that ChemLawn van that cut me off. I didn't want to hit the van."
"YOU DIDN'T USE YOUR TURN SIGNAL!" he shrieked.
"I'm sorry sir," I said again. "It all happened very quickly. I just didn't want to hit the van."
"LEARN TO USE YOUR BRAKES!" he said, angrily.
He lurched back to his car.
I sat in my vehicle and watched as he pulled his car into the heavy traffic and then moved, almost immediately into the left hand lane, driving at least twenty miles over the speed limit.
He totally didn't use his turn signal when he merged left.