Well yes, yes we did. The inaugural Things I Find Particularly Annoying post was exactly one week ago today. No, I don't think this is going to be an "every Thursday" thing. The fact that the second TIFPA post is today is because something occurred Wednesday morning (on my way to work) which I found...
Yup, particularly annoying.
As I was motoring down the road, while still within the city limits of my town of residence, there was something behind me which was getting increasingly annoying. Something which kept showing up intermittently in my passenger side mirror, occasionally in my main rear view mirror, and not at all in the driver's side mirror.
After a couple of glances rearwards and a few S-turns (yes, staying within my own travel lane) to try and get this unidentified annoyance identified, I discovered what it was that was there, then not there.
A tailgater. The fire trucking idiot was perhaps a foot behind my rear bumper and positioned way to the right, well onto the shoulder where he was hard, nay, difficult, to see. Which is why he wasn't always visible in the driver's side mirror.
At first I thought he was just getting ready to make a right turn, which was perhaps why he was way to the right. Then as we drove onto a bridge, where no right turns are possible, unless one could smash through the guard rail and didn't mind plummeting a hundred feet into Narragansett Bay, I realized that it was almost as if this other driver was trying to stay in my blind spot to the right rear.
This was particularly annoying as this a-hole was distracting me from the task at hand, namely, trying to get to work while: 1) staying on the road, 2) not hitting any of the other drivers, 3) not running down any random pedestrians (which in these parts include species other than humans), and 4) not going absolutely batshit crazy before I get to work. (It's normal for that to happen after I've been at work for a few hours. It's okay, they're used to me now. Or they should be after nearly 17 years there.)
Eventually the colossal maroon came out of the right rear blind spot when I signaled for a right turn. He continued straight down the road, no doubt looking for someone else to tailgate.
Tailgaters. Nasty stinking tailgaters, we hates them precioussssss, oh yes we do...
...to paraphrase Gollum. (What?!?! You don't know who Gollum is? Are there no Lord of the Rings fans here? Oh, there are? Sorry, moving right along then...)
Yes, there are many types of idiot on the highways and byways of the world. Folks blithely traveling along in motor vehicles, at high rates of speed, in traffic, who perhaps in many cases have absolutely no bloody idea what they're doing.
Their driving lessons seem to consist of telling them what the steering wheel does, the locations of the accelerator and brake pedals, and maybe, just maybe, how to turn the headlights on and off. (Learning to use the turn signals is not covered, at least if driving in Rhode Island is any indicator.)
There are days when I arrive at my destination wondering just how I survived the trip!
And while we're on the subject of people and their inability to operate a motor vehicle...
Carefully I navigate in that direction, maintaining situational awareness to make sure I don't run anyone over and that no one else is headed for that space...
Only to discover that some flaming berk has decided that his wee little vehicle needs a space and a half.
Do I contemplate tracking the fellow down and ending his line? Do I lie in ambush until he returns to perhaps pummel him with my rapier-like wit. Do I mock him at that time, farting in his general direction?
No, I do the slow steam, I mutter imprecations under my breath regarding the quality and breeding of his ancestors, I cast fiery glances at what should have been "my" parking space and then I drive on, ever on the hunt for a parking space.
There are many things concerning the perils and pitfalls of modern transportation which I find particularly annoying. But on the bright side, my car has never tried to bite me.
You see there was this horse once, out in Colorado, and the silly bugger decided that...
Hhmm, a story for another time perhaps. Horses don't annoy me, not at all. I'm not sure how they feel about hauling my substantial self around but like I said, I'll tell that tale later.