other than actually waking up, my most unfavorite part of every weekday morning occurs at the tail end of my short commute. oftentimes the universe conspires against me, and i am forced to rage against the surrounding drivers.

richland and 682. four-way intersection. me, i'm turning left onto richland. across from me are seven hundred people coming off a busy highway wanting to turn right. this becomes a problem when i have a green left arrow [which i have previously discussed here OH MY GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE], giving me the right of way, but the highway morons are obliviously continuing to turn right. i swear i'm going to end up smashing into these people someday and I MIGHT NOT REGRET IT.

okay. so. between here and the next stoplight, we branch out from two lanes to three for various directional capabilities: left, straight, right. if you're local, you know that the lanes in this town are generally wide enough for your car and perhaps a tonka truck without actually sideswiping neighboring traffic. so creating three lanes where two used to fit comfortably only 50 feet back is just a little bit harrowing. and of course i'm heading straight. people turning left have this need to swing right before they turn, and people turning right have this need to swing left before they turn. one of these days i'm going to get squished between a bus and daddy's suv right in the middle of the intersection, and damn, i'm gonna be pissed.

add to all of this people traveling at eight miles per hour and pedestrians crossing at their leisure and PEOPLE NOT USING THEIR BLINKERS, EVER and i think i'm going to have an aneuryism one of these days.