If I ever have a stroke behind the wheel, it doubtless will come when I’m 11th in the 58-miles-per-hour queue behind an oblivious left-lane hog on the two-lane stretch of one of Michigan’s divided highways.
It’s difficult to imagine the self-absorption necessary to not notice that one has chosen to force many other motorists to dawdle below the lawful speed limit by tooling along abreast of a speed-limited semi or other slow mover, effectively blocking anyone coming up behind at a legal 70 mph. Over and over I have wondered “How can they not notice what they are doing to the rest of us, who have somewhere we need to be today?”
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