Morning Adrenaline, or Driving to Work With Me

I was getting on the Bay Bridge this morning, at an intersection where the left three lanes of Bryant all have the option of getting on 80E. Now, of these three lanes, the leftmost can go even lefter onto 5th and you avoid the bridge. And the rightmost can keep going straight on Bryant and you can avoid the bridge. So the middle lane is the really really really dedicated "I'm gonna get on the Bridge and don't you try to stop me" lane.

That last bit is especially important later on.

So yeah. There were two cars sitting in the middle lane, waiting at a red light as I was racing towards the intersection, jockeying to get in a position where I would be the FIRST on the bridge. 'Cause, you know, it makes all the difference whether I get to work at 7:05:36 a.m. or 7:05:52 a.m.

The light turned green at exactly the right moment so that I didn't have to (god forbid) slow down and I prepared to take the turn in the leftmost lane in grand sweeping fashion, floating past the other slowpokes coming out of a dead stop and demonstrating my fine racing form.

Until, that is, the second slowpoke decided suddenly that he didn't want to get on the bridge after all. Oh hell no. He'd rather go the lefter route. OUT OF THE MIDDLE LANE. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

I'm hoping that the blaring horn and screeching tire noises my truck was making as I very nearly slid into him caused him to pee his pants and embarrass him at his destination. 'Cause he ruined a really good song and made me not-first onto the bridge.

All this, and I've been convinced all day that it's Wednesday.

More on the greater significance of this event later. Stay tuned.