So I'm driving home from class after taking my Chem final. I turn onto this one road that's really bumpy, and because of that the speed limit is 35mph, 25mph for trucks and buses. The signs (multiple, one ever 300 yards) even say so:
Speed Limit
35
25
Trucks
Buses
Like that. VERY obvious what it's talking about.
So anyway, the guy in front of me in his Expedition is doing 25mph. An Expedition is not a truck. It is also not a bus. It could be considered a poor imitation of both, but it isn't either. So he should be doing 35, but he's doing 25.
I deal with it for about a minute, then get fed up and speed up to go around him. I get up to about, oh, about 43mph--and a cop pulls out of a cross street and follows me.
wooooOOOOOOOooooop
I slow down, he gets behind me and makes it clear I'm the one he means. I pull over. Mr. Expedition promptly speeds up the 35mph, the ass.
Fortunately the cop wasn't in too bad a mood, and since I didn't have any other tickets on record and had my seatbelt on, license with me, registration in the car, brake tag, etc, he just gave me a warning with no citation.
Whooo, I think, that's enough hijinks for one day.
Two minutes later I almost get T-boned by some ***** talking on her cellphone when she tries to run a stop sign WHILE I'M TURNING THROUGH IT.
GOD.
I hate people.