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str8line said:
Yes, during high traffic it can be necessary but during low traffic you can wait a few seconds for the road to be clear so as not to make everyone start hitting the brakes. I could go on and on about Utarded drivers, especially since I drive so much out of state and internationally and see how bad we have it here.

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Okay, I feel you and I agree. I only typically use the center lane if a) the gap from one direction and the other does not seem to be lining up, and b) there are people behind me waiting to make the same turn.

In honest truth, I usually opt to make a right turn and then either make a u-turn or just alter my route rather than trying to make an impossible left turn in busy traffic.

The thing I really hate is when there are two or three lanes on your side of the road but the back-up is in the right lane and someone kindly leaves a space for you which only serves as a trap because there is traffic going full speed in the other lanes. I've seen too many videos of that being a set-up for an accident that will be your fault.
 
str8line said:
How did you figure that out if you're not familiar with the area?

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Why thank you for asking.

I really just wanted to see if Gameface was right and like I said, I like maps, so went on to Google maps and looked up Wasatch Blvd in Salt lake. That photo obviously is facing east, so I needed to find a straight east/west portion of road. Funnily enough, Google put me on the opposite end of the road, so I trailed it until I got a straight east/west portion, which surprisingly is a very small stretch of that particular road. Did street view, pointed east, and was basically at what I ended up clipping. I was slightly west of where I actually snipped, but could verify the location easily enough with the foliage and mailboxes.
 
Rubashov said:
Bah!! i live in a city that never sleeps and im struggling to get a pizza delivered on a tuesday morning
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You can only proposition so many pizza delivery guys before they start shying away. Not everyone is a devotee of 50 shades of gray.
 
This is an annual pet peeve.

Went out shopping today, early afternoon. Costco is a madhouse, Walmart is packed, traffic is unusually heavy.

This isn't the holiday season, it's the pointless shopping for garbage season. People are out buying landfill, wrapping it in cute paper and patting themselves on the back for their generosity and thoughtfulness all so that someone they interact with once or twice a year can open up a gift before tossing it into the trashcan.

There are hundreds of products that would never exist except for the fact that they make easy gifts that fit neatly into a gift price category. Walk into a store right now and find the bin of waste that cost $10, $20 or $50. Boom, knock uncle whatshisname off the old gift checklist.
 
That moment when you go to drop a nice on-the-clock deuce and forget your phone, then remember you are missing a meeting, so you rush it, stand up too fast, and turn around and your favorite pen whips out of your pocket and dive-bombs straight into the log with a tiny pish, so you panic and think, "I can just flush the whole damn thing", only all it does it swirl around and dig the pen in deeper and cover it in brown muddy water, so you finally decide you have to bite the bullet and grab a wad of TP big enough to cover your head and grab that sucker and pull it out, flush with your foot, then open the stall door, right when a co-worker enters the bathroom and just stares at you, frozen there holding a ****-cicle on a pen with a stupid look on your face like you just got caught whacking it by your mother and your religious leader at the same time, until you finally shoulder past his stupid gaping face and try to shove the whole thing in the garbage and miss and leave a brown streak on the shiny metal can before grabbing a paper towel and high-tailing it out of there as if you can outrun the moment if you run into your office fast enough, then remembering that you had a meeting, and only realizing as you enter the meeting room late, with all eyes on you, that you never zipped up or did up your belt.

Good times.
 
LogGrad98 said:
That moment when you go to drop a nice on-the-clock deuce and forget your phone, then remember you are missing a meeting, so you rush it, stand up too fast, and turn around and your favorite pen whips out of your pocket and dive-bombs straight into the log with a tiny pish, so you panic and think, "I can just flush the whole damn thing", only all it does it swirl around and dig the pen in deeper and cover it in brown muddy water, so you finally decide you have to bite the bullet and grab a wad of TP big enough to cover your head and grab that sucker and pull it out, flush with your foot, then open the stall door, right when a co-worker enters the bathroom and just stares at you, frozen there holding a ****-cicle on a pen with a stupid look on your face like you just got caught whacking it by your mother and your religious leader at the same time, until you finally shoulder past his stupid gaping face and try to shove the whole thing in the garbage and miss and leave a brown streak on the shiny metal can before grabbing a paper towel and high-tailing it out of there as if you can outrun the moment if you run into your office fast enough, then remembering that you had a meeting, and only realizing as you enter the meeting room late, with all eyes on you, that you never zipped up or did up your belt.

Good times.
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I can't quit laughing.

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LogGrad98 said:
That moment when you go to drop a nice on-the-clock deuce and forget your phone, then remember you are missing a meeting, so you rush it, stand up too fast, and turn around and your favorite pen whips out of your pocket and dive-bombs straight into the log with a tiny pish, so you panic and think, "I can just flush the whole damn thing", only all it does it swirl around and dig the pen in deeper and cover it in brown muddy water, so you finally decide you have to bite the bullet and grab a wad of TP big enough to cover your head and grab that sucker and pull it out, flush with your foot, then open the stall door, right when a co-worker enters the bathroom and just stares at you, frozen there holding a ****-cicle on a pen with a stupid look on your face like you just got caught whacking it by your mother and your religious leader at the same time, until you finally shoulder past his stupid gaping face and try to shove the whole thing in the garbage and miss and leave a brown streak on the shiny metal can before grabbing a paper towel and high-tailing it out of there as if you can outrun the moment if you run into your office fast enough, then remembering that you had a meeting, and only realizing as you enter the meeting room late, with all eyes on you, that you never zipped up or did up your belt.

Good times.
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Epic.
If that’s me, the pen stays in the toilet. I don’t care if it’s there a week, I ain’t grabbing it.


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