there needs to be a number to call

(R) There are times where I miss having my falling apart Chevy Cavalier. In that thing, I didn't care if I got in an accident. There wasn't much paint remaining to be scraped off anyhow. Other drivers watched out for me.

This morning, there was not one but two jerks who really deserved a nice scratch down their cars. Interestingly, they were both Illinois drivers, so I guess I can't blame St. Louisans today.

Now, I know people run stop signs and yellow lights here. But this is ridiculous. The van turning left in front of us ran the red light. Then, the, uh, gentleman in the fancy car ran the red light behind the van running the red light. So we've got three lanes of traffic staring at a green light while two vehicles sit out in the intersection. Yes, that's right; they couldn't clear the intersection. They ran a red light when the street onto which they were turning wasn't even clear. Those pesky pedestrians, walking when they have a walk sign.

So then Illinois car number two pulls up a few stoplights later in the right lane. The right lane in this part of town turns into street parking, so traffic has to merge into the middle or left lanes. This guy, though, thought he'd skip the merging line and raced right to where the cars park. Instead of merging, he decided to just swerve into my lane and keep driving. 1988 Cavalier with falling ceiling and rusting exterior would have let him hit it. And don't think this guy was ignorant of what would happen. He turned into the AG Edwards parking garage a block later, which is not a public garage. He probably does that every day.

Until he meets a car with 200,000 miles on it with which the driver is ready to part ways.