The Edge Up

I hate the edge upper. I want to get out of my car and walk around their driver’s window and smack them in the head. I would hate spending time in Anger Management though, they rarely let you smoke in those meetings which only increases the anxiety levels. I try to see it from both sides as a way to curve my angry.

Maybe they don’t know. Maybe they don’t understand that their big front end is blocking my view to turn right on red.

I know, I know, they keep edging up even though the light is red and they can not go anywhere until it turns green, but they could be working on a fear of failure. Their anxiety over watching for that green light could be inflicting some sort of seizure that freezes their brains into believing that they have the right-a-way.  Then again, they could just be jerks.

Stay behind the lines, please!

You can’t go anywhere but I can, if only I could see to make the turn. The last car coming through the intersection had to swerve because your big front end was edged so far past the line it was into their lane. Stay out of the intersection, get behind the line and wait your turn.

I think that drivers who keep edging up and blocking the view of the right-on-red-turner should have to go to the end of the line and start over again. Fair is fair.