I think every distracted asshole driver was out to get me, today. I had no less than five people either pull out or back out in front of me on the ride home. One was a last-second, no-peek, no-signal lane changer, right at the end of Blakemore where it crosses West End and becomes 31st Ave. I barked the front tire, but didn't panic, and stopped just short of his bumper.
The one backing out onto 46th Ave. (a relatively busy street) was talking on her cell phone as she was backing out of her driveway.
Assholes.
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