You've seen 'em. Those unaware drivers who drive for miles with their turning signal on with no intent to turn. You'd think they were deaf and blind-- and in that case shouldn't be driving.
I can't stand it. And I don't take it, either.
Blink-blinkedy! Over and over and over.
Contrary to perhaps your patient reaction, mine goes something like this:
After my flurry of anger has subsided ("Really? You're turning left? That's interesting since you've driven passed the LAST POSSIBLE 6 PLACES TO TURN LEFT and you HAVEN'T!!"), I zip around the stupid blinkedy-blinking car and turn on my own, in this case, left blinker. And the clicking-ticking-blinking of my own blinker nearly drives me to certified crazidom.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
I keep my eyes fastened on the rearview mirror.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Is he gonna switch it off?
Blink. Blink. Blink.
And then, what I blissfully imagine is happening in the car behind me:
"Really. You're turning left? Come on, woman! You've got your blinker on! You know how to turn it off?! It's like thi--
...Oh." Click.
And their blinker shuts off, and I'm happy, and they're no longer lying to the entire world of traffic behind them, and I have once-again saved the day. And I do this. On a regular basis. And it has worked --all but once.
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Wow. So many memories I'm reliving right now...mostly cringing.
I've tried the same thing, but I haven't been as successful as you! I'm glad to hear that it does work, and I'll have to be more persistant next time.
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