I went to the local Radio Slum today and, on my way back, I’m sitting happily in the left turn lane.
The light turns green.
And the bozo in the straight through lane to my right turns left, nearly hitting me. Had I not laid on my horn (and I can count the number of times I hit my horn in a year on two hands–well, maybe two hands and a foot), the oblivious selfish auld phart probably would have hit me. He still managed to cut me off.
Then he proceeds to drive ten miles per hour under the speed limit ahead of me for the next mile and a half until he turns off at the Senior Center or the therapy site or whatever.
But that was nothing like this, what happened a few miles up the road from me.
Difference between ordinary ignorance and wingnut ignorance.