When driving back to New York this week The Boss and I were almost railroaded into the Delaware river by a man driving a giant yellow school bus. The bus wouldn’t let us into the merging lane even though we were a car length ahead of him. It’s easy to assume that the cars, buses and trucks creeping eagerly along the asphalt beside you are only bluffing as to how aggressive they’re really willing to get, but this guy was obviously a lunatic.
When I realized the bus driver was two inches away from ending my side mirror, I knew the only way to accurately convey my frustration was via the volume and duration of a robust honk. I let my car howl a prolonged PEEERRRRNNNNNNN! but the driver didn’t budge. So The Boss rolled down his window and KNOCKED ON THE SCHOOL BUS DOOR BECAUSE HE WAS THAT CLOSE. The bus driver looked at us, back at the road and then inched forward.
Well played, Jerk Dome*. Well played.
*Original insult. Yep, feeling pretty good about that one.