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| Middle-lane syndrome - a Pigdump pet peeve
Every weekend when I drive back from the cottage, I swear I'm going to write about middle-lane syndrome. But then I get in the door, get everything unpacked, feed the furry beasts and forget about it.
Not this time!
Do you have any idea what I'm talking about? Are you one of the offenders? if so, read up and smarten up already!!
The department of highways and pollution has given us 3 lanes so that we can go back and forth to the cottage quite easily. Uh-huh. Until you want to pass the Airstream driving 98 in the slow lane. Should be easy to pass it, right, with that functional middle passing lane and all. Nope. Some frickin' yob is going about 100 in the middle lane. He thinks he doesn't belong in the slow lane because he's going the speed limit. So he just sits there, all the way up, neck and neck with all the slow lane drivers (at least they have the sense to be in the right lane.)
And then there are the times when there's a veritable parade of cars one after the other just tooling along in the middle lane at 105. And the right lane is completely empty. I stick to the right lane, pass 'em all and get to the cottage almost traffic-free.
Why is this bee in my bonnet? Because people don't know how to drive. You go in the right lane until you have to pass someone. It's as easy as that. But some people are so beige, so namby-pamby, so middle-of-the-road, so CANADIAN that they just feel comfortable driving in the middle lane all the way, making life hell for people like me.
I know, you think "I drive in the middle lane most of the time, and if she wants to get past me she can go in the fast lane." To which I say no way, you lazy selfish dip. Drive right. Respect the middle lane for what it is.
Bring it on.
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