So, today, I was about to grab some In-N-Out in the valley right before I had to be home for some racquetball ( I hadn’t eaten and I needed some food). I put my blinker on, looked behind me, and quickly moved across left lane into the center suicide lane, behind two other cars waiting to turn left into the lot. Now, I’m not going to lie. It was a quick maneuver—but I made sure I had plenty of space before I did it.
I saw that the line for the food was super long, so I put my right blinker on, looked behind me, and merged back into traffic.
That’s when I heard the screaming.
About 30 feet in front of the two cars waiting to turn left was a green lexus sedan parked in the suicide lane, and already out of the car were two guys in their mid twenties. Screaming at me and walking to my car. In the rain.
I was puzzled, since I hadn’t heard nary a beep, nor was there anyone within 3 seconds of the lane I crossed when I checked behind me. Maybe they were mad that I wasn’t totally in the middle lane.
I looked at them as I drove past, rolled my eyes, and continued on my way. Then I though, “I bet they’re going to try and catch up with me”.
Sure enough, at the next light, they came roaring up to my side, screaming at me to pull the fuck over (Why? To get all wet?). I just grinned at them (which really didn’t make them happy). I was a little sad when they drove off, since I wanted to really tell them “No, no, please. Scream. I think it makes you feel better.”
So, yes. Rain turns people into absolute idiots in SoCal.