Drivers suck
The existence of nasty drivers can be set and branded into many different categories. In my eyes, I only recognize two types; responsible and careless. I may fall into the balance of both sides, but then that would make me a hypocrite with my own standards. If I say there's two types, how come I can easily invent a third option. That's beside the point, I want all to know what I think of the differences between the two. A resonsible driver has the ability to choose his or her choices when an event comes. When the responsible individual encounters a four-way stop, the first reaction would be to stop completely and issue the first person to their designated stop to make the first move. Instead, the careless driver will immediately creep through the crosswalk and nearly giving no time for the passing car to get across. As you can see, this is an extreme peeve of mine. Oh! And the use of the turn signal is required for a fricking reason. For those of you who don't use it when turning a corner, merging, changing lanes, and parking, why not save money on the purchase of your car and ask for no turn signals in the first place...
While I work, there are drivers who slowly go through a two way street looking for the destined house. Of course there's nothing possibly wrong with this; though there is an exception. Just to let you all know, if you're looking for something on a street and gives you the reason to drive super slow, turn your hazards on. There was a time when I though taxis were the worst drivers. The worst drivers to date are kids who are just always in a hurry, or they think they're in a hurry. On the corner of Franklin and Post, I was minding my business doing my job, looking ahead and seeing that I have a green light. I was heading toward the financial district of San Francisco, when all of sudden a black, two-door honda civic fob-ish food decides to creep forward through a red light. Littile did he know I was coming along at nearly 25mph getting ready to smash the chinese out of him. As much as think, I'll hit anyone that decides to cross my path illegally while I'm driving my (S) truck. I hit the brakes, he hits his brakes and I swerve nearly one foot from his front bumper pushing my horn loudly and constantly. And get this, he honks back. I look in my mirror and see his middle finger pointing in my direction. This is a perfect example careless driving...
My constant ritual for work is cutting people off, speeding, running many late yellow lights, make turns on no turn zones, parking in reds, whites, yellows, double parking, paying for meters and watching the meter maid ticket me for running out of time by 30 seconds, changing stations on my truck's radio, waiting for those damn pedestrians to walk across the street, listening to "hey buddy, you really know how to f#%^ing park", getting calls from customer service, honking my horn constantly, and last but not least, listening to my bebeh's voice to help all my frustrations simply vanish. As you can see, my analysis of careless versus responsible drivers is greatly noted and analyzed in my life.
note: most of my friends are careless drivers. a perfect doesn't make you responsible, just lucky.