This woman swooped up behind me, crossed the double yellow line to pass me, ran the stopsigns at Homewood, Tuallitan, and Bonhill, passed two more cars by crossing the double yellow line, and all so she could be first in line at the stoplight. I think she ought to lay off the testosterone supplements.
Me: Are you really going to park there?
She: I do it all the time.
Me: it's red there.
She: I know.
Even in Texas, that red stripe on the street means 'reserved parking for the Entitled.'
This lady ran the red light on 26th so that she could thoroughly block two lanes of westbound traffic, including this gaggle of bicyclists who dispersed around her, further blocking the rest of us. Have you ever seen such rampant Entitlement?
This guy was wearing everyone's underwear all the way outta downtown and beyond.
The rest of the world has gone stark raving mad, but we're still running red lights in Entitlement.
Parked (mostly) in the handicapped space. No visible tags. But a convertible's gotta be parked somewhere, right? And you can't just drive for minutes looking for a legal space. And that handicapped space is just there, no one's using it...
If you look closely you can see the lady and her young daughter crossing against the light.
