Douchers In Cars

My husband and I were driving just over an hour home from my in-laws’ house and for reasons I can’t remember, we were in separate vehicles. To make the trip more tolerable, we had each other on speakerphone.

Although the highway was not particularly crowded, he was a bit further behind me, directly behind another car that was driving very slow. So, he put on his left blinker to go around the guy. As soon as he started to move left, the guy abruptly cut him off only to keep at a snail’s pace in the passing lane. By that point, I had slowed down enough to catch sight of them right as this was happening. My husband, Jay, being much more patient than I, decided to just pass him on the right without signaling. When Jay started to move right the guy swerved right. Only, Jay hadn’t given him the benefit of a blinker warning, so they were nearly side-by-side by the time the other guy started to move right and the guy had to swerve back into his own lane to avoid hitting Jay.

Before the other driver had time to make it more of a nonsense pissing match of trying to get in front of one another, I was slowed down right in front of him. Again, there really weren’t many other cars on the road at all, and since we were on the phone, we could coordinate. I slowed down in front of him, Jay kept pace with him on the right and he had the cement wall on his left, so he was boxed in and forced to slow down to our pace, which for me, dropped from 75 mph to about 50 mph. We decided to keep it that way, for the remaining 30 – 45 minutes of our drive home. He never signaled or honked, but he did make a ton of confused and frustrated faces. I giggled uncontrollably the whole way. Definitely worth the extended driving time.