The Interchange

Everyday on my way to work, I drive on this freeway. Everyday I come upon this interchange where I leave my freeway to enter the next, and others are leaving their freeway to enter mine. Damn near everyday this shit happens to me. I obviously have the go ahead to switch lanes and get on the on-ramp, but some jackass feels that speeding in front of me will get him to the welfare office faster. When I look over and see I am in front, I put on my blinker (You know, the light that flashes on the back corner of your car letting everyone know your intention of turning/switching lanes. I assume no one knows this because no one does it.) to show my intention of switching. I check my blind spot to make sure I have plenty of room to make said switch. I do. But wait, I'm going 40 or so because of the anticipated curve and the fucker, I'm sorry, jackass, is going 75 trying to get that extra jump in front of me. So I speed up, then he speeds up. Then I slow down, and he slows down. We're pretty much dancing on the freeway until one of us concedes and slams on the brakes to get over. LEARN TO FUCKING DRIVE! Everyday this happens. Everyday I secretly hope they hit the barrier and start flipping like Shannon Miller in the '96 Olympics. Yes, Shannon Miller the gymnast. Look it up. Does that make me a bad person?