Unfathomable Sloth

I'm in the left lane behind a pickup truck with a camper thingee in its bed. It's a 60 MPH zone, but this Sloth never breaks 35 MPH. My left turn is coming up, and I'm driving my pickup truck, so I grit my teeth and bear it for the remainder of the block. Sloth Camper gets into the leftmost of the two left turn lanes; I take the rightmost one. The street we are turning onto begins as four lanes (two in our direction) but the right lane becomes a right-turn-only lane about mid-block, and the left is the only through lane. However, given the grotesque exhibition of Sloth my friend just displayed, I felt confident that I could make the turn and merge in front of him well before my lane pinched off.

So the light turns green, and what happens? This peeant floors it! He practically rolls the damn thing over in his desperate attempt to prevent me from getting in front of him. Of course, hauling around a few thousand pounds of huge camper shell didn't exactly help his acceleration, so despite being on the outside track I easily left him eating my dust. What a pity there was some slower traffic ahead of me, forcing me to slow down to a speed even lower than he had subjected me to before the turn. Think of it as Road Karma in Action, you Sloth piece of poo!!

I'll never understand why some people think it's perfectly OK to drive slow as long as you are behind them, but instantl;y turn into ragig buttholes the moment they think you might be able to escape their trap. Does it give these gus a hard-on or something? Do they spooge all over their vinyl seats when they can block some innocent motorist's path? I suppose that's why they get so peeed off when you foil their plans - those blue balls must be pretty painful. ;) -- What the heck, I'll play too. - Dave