Just got back from Mohegan Sun, after my usual Tuesday Trivia night at the Dubliner. Sat in concert traffic on my way out... certainly not the first time it's happened, but it is the first time I'd seen the traffic caused by someone rear ending someone else in the 1/3 mile stretch. The actual exit is clear. Someone proceeds to almost merge into me as I'm passing them. Fortunately, they see me coming and hold off. Not much new there... until a second one does it. I check, make sure my headlights are on. Yup. I guess it's just my night to watch out for my fenders. This is definitely more than the usual concert-exodus clustefark. People just aren't looking around them.

So I get out onto I-395 South, and I'm in the right lane where Rt 32 splits off at a left exit. It's not uncommon for people in the left lane to slow down to make the turn... so I think nothing of the two cars doing just that. Until the second one, in a GMC Acadia, decides they're not exiting, and not interested in slowing down like the car in front of them. So she just moves over into my lane. I nail the brakes, ABS kicks in 'cause the highway is wet. She gets within about 18" of my left front fender as I drop from 65 to about 40 MPH. All I picture is a fender tap and me sliding off into the trees at full speed. I honk. She realizes someone's there, and moves back to the left lane after the car in front of her exits. She then accelerates as if to try and undo the close call. I drop to 3rd and pass on the right (not my usual style for a 2 lane hwy) and give her a solid head-turn with a disappointed look on my face. Top is down, streetlights overhead. They see me just fine. I see them. SUV full of ugly chicks. Bah.

So it's then I realize... the concert at the casino was New Kids on the Block. ALL of the cars were full of women. Bah!

Ellen needs to start a driver's ed school for clueless women. Tell 'em to use the mirrors on the outside of the car, not just the ones behind the sun visors.

Just as a side note/disclaimer: I certainly don't think women are bad drivers. It just annoys me that most bad women drivers are "clueless-bad" types, while most bad male drivers are "a$$hole-bad." Clueless drivers irritate me far more than someone intentionally driving like a d-bag, because you just can't see it coming.

 

At least you saved the car. Way to be on high alert

 

This part is awesome. Good to see even the ugly ones are hangin' tough.

 

My wife went to that concert in Boston this weekend. She definitely fits the bad driver bill.

 

Did she say anything about it actually being good?

 

Yeah, she loved it. Of course that doesn't mean a damned thing to sane people who aren't new kids fans.

I guess Natasha Beddingfield opened for them so at least that was probably OK.

 

I'm sure they were using ALL the mirrors...to fix their hair and makeup.

 

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