Turn! Turn! Turn!

Ladies and gents, I did something on my way to work–or train station, that is–which practically killed me.

No, I didn’t try to set any land speed records for a 4-cylinder Ford Escape not did I speed through an intersection when my light was blatantly red.

But what I did do was this: I didn’t use my turn signal my entire trip.

Yes, you heard me right. I decided that I would try and refrain from using these most useful of automobile mechanisms just to see what it was like to be a self-absorbed prick that thinks that everybody on the road knows where they will turn next.

And the result? I felt nasty, dirty, and downright ignorant for doing so. I seriously did because, and you may call me a goody two-shoes for this, but when I was taught to drive I was told the importance of using turn signals all the time. That’s what I’ve always done and still do. Now I may not always use my signal when there are no other motorists within arms length of me; it really won’t matter then if I don’t. I also admit to not exactly obeying the posted speed limits all the time, but for all intents and purposes I consider myself a safe driver.

But when you’re trying to turn left at an intersection that notoriously gets backed up because the passing commuter train will stop traffic, leaving you in the middle of said intersection while your light goes from amber to red, those people making right turns in front of you need to USE THEIR DAMNED TURN SIGNAL!

Holy crap, people! Use some common sense already! There have been many times when I was waiting for cars to pass so I could turn left behind them but at the last minute they begin their right turn, sans signal, leaving me to drive to the next (and further) intersection so that I wouldn’t be sitting in the middle while the opposing light turned green.

Look, turn signals have been standard features on cars for many, many years. And they are so freaking easy to use! You reach out with your finger apply slight pressure to the lever in the direction you intend to turn, and everybody knows where you are going next.

But no, there are those–I’m looking at you, luxury car drivers*–that think that their turn signals are controlled telepathically or trust that everybody around them is psychic and will automatically sense their next move. Those are the self-absorbed pricks I mentioned earlier.

I could try to beg and plead with those people to start using their signals but meh, why bother? I’ll just continue to chug along and be the cautious driver I was taught to be, and know that I’m not one of those jackasses that I despise so much.

* Hey, we have a Lincoln and use its signals all the time. There are some exceptions.

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6 thoughts on “Turn! Turn! Turn!

  1. It’s the asshats in the Escalades I gotta watch out for. This one asshat who lives around the corner from me, never signals, wouldn’t know the speed limit if you rammed the posted sign up his butt and thinks stop signs are optional.


  2. I know this sounds geographically unpossible considering I’m here and you’re there, but are you sure we don’t live near each other? We have a retired (and psycho, I might add) NFL player on our street that does the same thing in his Escalade.

    No wait, it’s an Escalanche–a Chevy Avalanche devoid of all bowtie badging and souped-up to look like a Cadillac Escalade. It’s for those guys who can’t afford the real thing but still want to act like a dick, which this guy is.

    And didn’t you know that Escalade/Escalance drivers own the road anyhow?


  3. The people who don’t use their signals are probably won’t read your post and if they do, they don’t think it’s them. I’ve been in a car with someone who never uses her signal yet freaks out when someone else on the road doesn’t use their signal. Bad drivers always think they are good drivers.


  4. I’ve got an opposite story for you. Me and my brother were in a car, following my father. We were driving to some suburb of Detroit which means we where in another country and a place that we were unfamiliar with. For half of the drive between Toronto and Detroit, my father had his turn signal on. We never actually knew when he was going to turn. This was also before the days of GPS and massive cellphone proliferation. If we got lost, we’d be really lost.
    Oh, also, my dad makes horrible maps so we had to follow him. He knew the way, but was unable to describe it with enough detail to make a map. For example, he didn’t know the names of any of the streets or highways we were taking.


  5. Whoops. You would think the clicking and the blinking would have been a tip-off, unless good ol’ Dad was thumpin’ some serious gangsta rap and was completely oblivious to it all.

    Ah, no GPS or cell phones. Those were the days, eh?


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