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The three lanes going my way turn in to french/appendices/slang two lanes going straight and one lane that will turn left. Those french/appendices/slang of us who wish to turn left are sitting at the red light, waiting our turn while the other two lanes next to us whiz by on their way to being dipshits elsewhere in town. We wait and wait and wait and wait and wait. Finally the light turns green. JUST as the light turned green and french/appendices/slang I’m getting ready to take my left, some fucking twit in a large van comes barrelling down the road from the two lanes next to us on our right, crosses over and flings himself right in front of me, slams on his brakes and then does a U-turn causing the rest of us to slam on our brakes and me to almost slam in to the left back end of his vehicle.
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