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People who don't know where the edges of their car is.
Last week, driving down a suburban street with parked cars on both sides, I have a car coming towards me. We both have PLENTY of room to pass side by side, and the **** stays out in the middle of the road with at least 2 metres on his side.
I keep going, thinking he is going to move aside, and he instead jams on his brakes, reverses all the way back to where there are no parked cars, then beeps the fuck out of me when I keep going and drive past, just because he's retarded and doesn't realise that he has plenty of room.
90% of the stress in my life stems from shit drivers, or just good drivers making the occasional bad mistake, as we all do.
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