TheOriginalJames
Well-Known Member
I'm driving back from a few jobs downtown, had to reset a phone system and replace a handset that wasn't working, etc... I'm on Jefferson on the long stretch between Hanna and Anthony Blvd with this full size van behind me, who's been following me for about a half mile about 3-4 lengths behind me. I'm doing like 38 in the 35 zone just minding my business.
I got the window cracked and I'm chillen listening to the bear when I hear the vans engine start roaring. The guy swerves out around me, gets in front and swerves in front of me... I'm thinking... oh no he isn't even going to...
Sure as fucking shit, when he gets in front of me he flips on his turn signal.
The fucker needed to come around and cut me off just so he could make a turn in front of me... he felt that he needed to get up to the RED LIGHT with cars in THAT lane one vehicle ahead.
This forces me to switch lanes to avoid having to slow down because by the time I got there the light was green.
Potential heart attack moment #1 has just passed.
Late in the day, around 4 pm I'm leaving Scott's on West state blvd heading eastbound. When State gets to Goshen it becomes two lanes, one for a right turn which then merges back over into the left lane which is a straight lane for State to continue eastbound.
I'm sitting at the light at Wells when it turns green. I get up n' go when I see this green saturn TEARING past me, slams on the brakes and Probably less than a half car in front of me, flips her blinker on and cuts me off forcing me to brake.
WTF? bitch! She was 2 cars back, what the hell is the difference... that wasn't even the worst part, it gets better.
Not even a minute goes by and State Street begins a mild S curve before it reaches Clinton Blvd. Well, half way through the S curves, she decides she wants to make a left in front of me.
So, she slams on her brakes, STOPS, and THEN turns on her turn signal forcing me to stop so she can wait for opposing traffic to clear.
As she makes her left turn I laid on the horn and flipped that bitch off. Holy shit I was already pissed because of what I had to do at Scotts (PAIN IN THE ASS) to troubleshoot a modem line that wasn't working, and no one knew the number to.
Potential heart attack moment #2 has just passed.
So I realize I was supposed to be at this job at 3. It's now 4:15. I get there and it's this old Prostar 616 Piece Of Shit phone system that has random extensions ringing for no apparent reason.
After 20 minutes I think I've found the problem - two of the extensions are acting up, can't get an Itcm dialtone or regular dialtone.
Ok. So I switch extension 15 to 19. It works. Sweet.
Then I switch extension 16 to 20. It doesn't work. WTF?
Shit. It's 5:15. Screw this I have to come back and drop off a check she miswrote anyway, so I'll be heading back tomorrow so I can stand on this tub of drywall spackle and almost burn myself on the furnace and phone system in the excrutiatingly hot "phone/furnace" closet.
*sighs*
I got the window cracked and I'm chillen listening to the bear when I hear the vans engine start roaring. The guy swerves out around me, gets in front and swerves in front of me... I'm thinking... oh no he isn't even going to...
Sure as fucking shit, when he gets in front of me he flips on his turn signal.
The fucker needed to come around and cut me off just so he could make a turn in front of me... he felt that he needed to get up to the RED LIGHT with cars in THAT lane one vehicle ahead.
This forces me to switch lanes to avoid having to slow down because by the time I got there the light was green.
Potential heart attack moment #1 has just passed.
Late in the day, around 4 pm I'm leaving Scott's on West state blvd heading eastbound. When State gets to Goshen it becomes two lanes, one for a right turn which then merges back over into the left lane which is a straight lane for State to continue eastbound.
I'm sitting at the light at Wells when it turns green. I get up n' go when I see this green saturn TEARING past me, slams on the brakes and Probably less than a half car in front of me, flips her blinker on and cuts me off forcing me to brake.
WTF? bitch! She was 2 cars back, what the hell is the difference... that wasn't even the worst part, it gets better.
Not even a minute goes by and State Street begins a mild S curve before it reaches Clinton Blvd. Well, half way through the S curves, she decides she wants to make a left in front of me.
So, she slams on her brakes, STOPS, and THEN turns on her turn signal forcing me to stop so she can wait for opposing traffic to clear.
As she makes her left turn I laid on the horn and flipped that bitch off. Holy shit I was already pissed because of what I had to do at Scotts (PAIN IN THE ASS) to troubleshoot a modem line that wasn't working, and no one knew the number to.
Potential heart attack moment #2 has just passed.
So I realize I was supposed to be at this job at 3. It's now 4:15. I get there and it's this old Prostar 616 Piece Of Shit phone system that has random extensions ringing for no apparent reason.
After 20 minutes I think I've found the problem - two of the extensions are acting up, can't get an Itcm dialtone or regular dialtone.
Ok. So I switch extension 15 to 19. It works. Sweet.
Then I switch extension 16 to 20. It doesn't work. WTF?
Shit. It's 5:15. Screw this I have to come back and drop off a check she miswrote anyway, so I'll be heading back tomorrow so I can stand on this tub of drywall spackle and almost burn myself on the furnace and phone system in the excrutiatingly hot "phone/furnace" closet.
*sighs*
