#driving etiquette

[rainintheevening]

REMINDER / PSA

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Road work and construction season is in full swing, and I have seen so many near accidents and so much impatient stupidity lately, I feel compelled to remind everyone of a few important things.

When approaching areas with road work, PAY ATTENTION. Put down your darn phone, read signs, look AHEAD.

Do not suddenly make lane changes or u-turns. Check all your blind spots, make your decision, and do it confidently, but not hastily.

KEEP YOUR TEMPER. Anger and impatience never help you get there quicker. They just improve your chances of an accident. Which will make you late.

Always try to plan ahead for traffic slowdowns, and look at maps/GPS to learn alternate routes. Yes, routes, know more than one. Bypasses can get clogged with traffic trying to avoid the construction, and knowing more than one improves your chances of a shorter drive.

DO NOT BLOCK INTERSECTIONS. I don't care how much better you feel by being 30 feet further up the line, it is ILLEGAL. DO NOT BLOCK INTERSECTIONS, no matter how long you have to sit there, no matter how many times the light changes, or how impatient people seem, do not enter an intersection unless there is room for you to safely exit it as well. Blocking intersections gains you nothing, and makes other people suffer. Don't be 'that jerk'.

Same thing with railway tracks. DO NOT SIT ON TRAIN TRACKS. This is also illegal and dangerous. Do not drive over tracks unless there is space for you get off them completely, preferably with more than six feet between your back bumper and the closest rail.

Be very aware of semis/tractor trailers, make space for them, look for their signals. Respect them. Be patient with them. Never play stupid with a semi.

Drive carefully in constructions zones, watch for the workers and machinery. Do what you are told, go where you're directed, respect the people you will eventually thank, once you get to whip along that nice fresh strip of pavement.

Remember: it's folks in air-conditioned offices you have to blame, if you don't like what's being done. The folks mucking around in the hot summer sun? They are just trying to make a living by the strength of their backs and the sweat of their brows. Trying to put food on their tables. Don't go hollering at them.

BE KIND. Be courteous. Let people in ahead of you, wave to thank people who let you in. These are the moments when we show who we really want to be.

Breathe slowly, roll your windows down, play your music, talk to the people in the car, PAY ATTENTION to your surroundings. You'll get there eventually. Get there in one piece, okay?

[techdriveplay]

The Psychology of Road Rage: Understanding Driving Behavior

In the fast-paced world we live in, the road becomes a stage for a wide array of human emotions, among which anger often takes the spotlight. The psychology of road rage is a complex phenomenon that intertwines with our daily lives, sometimes with dire consequences. This article delves into the intricacies of road rage, shedding light on its psychological underpinnings, societal impacts, and…

[thinkicalcritter]

I think that if you use your turn signal and then turn the opposite direction the car should automatically beep

[stone-cold-groove]

Driving Etiquette Tips - No. 1   Ladies should always wear proper automotive-style gloves when motoring cross country.

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[dailymanners]

When driving in and around residential areas or anywhere there might be pedestrians, always drive extra carefully, be more mindful of following the speed limit, be extra careful about going around corners or approaching anywhere with pedestrian crossing especially if there's low visibility due to things like bushes and trees. In short, don't be afraid to drive like a little old grandparent anywhere residential where there might be pedestrians.

Speed limits are lower in residential areas for a reason, and that's because it reduces pedestrian injuries and deaths when you drive more carefully when people might be around and crossing the street. You never know when a small child chasing a ball or a pet who broke loose from the house might run into the street, and your abiding the speed limit and driving mindfully could be the difference between life and death in these scenarios. Even if a fully grown adult is just walking or biking to the store they deserve to do so safely without being injured or killed by a speeding car whipping around corners without looking where they're going.

This all also applies to other motorized forms of transportation, such as electric scooters, as you're also at risk of hitting and injuring or even killing pedestrians and cyclists.

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

the sole and devastating problem with monkey man is that it will literally never be able to push past the people who think the concept of the film disrespects hanuman ji to be exposed in an environment where people see it for more than its name.

[swooningshadow]

this one's for the hard doms and subs—the ones who know what they are, what they're for, and the roles they play. doms who know their power and demand respect. subs who know their place and crave subjugation. we complete each other. we're meant for this. it's natural. it's beautiful. it's foundational.

it's unconditional love—redefined.

[lonestar-badash]

The More You Know…

It’s funny that when you add the bleeps, you realize how many bad words you said in a short 58 seconds. It’s also funny that that’s not near my best record.

[stormsonjupiter]

Wearing the lad coat open like the cool scientists I see on screen pouring chemicals down the front of my favorite shirt.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey. Had this idea of Thena being a billionaire and Gil being her private chef on her private little beach house in the Hamptons!

Maybe you can do something with that? 😊

Gil smiled as he plated the perfect omelette, gleaming yellow, nice loose scramble in the middle with a pristine outside. He sprinkled on some green onion for garnish; Thena acted like she didn't care about presentation but he knew she liked it when her food looked nice.

Thena was...interesting. She could be hard to read, maybe. He had been in the private cooking business for a while, and he'd had a variety of clients. But no one like Thena.

Thena had this old family house, basically a castle, way out here in the Hamptons--as antisocial as possible. She was in charge of her family's generational wealth, he was pretty sure they did business with historical...stuff. Or something.

Thena didn't talk much. The first time he interviewed for the position with her in the room he wasn't even sure if she spoke English. But her assistant - a very sweet man named Karun - assured him that 'the Madame' was perfectly nice. Just not to bother her.

But Karun was right: Thena was nice. Sure, she didn't exactly make small talk with him while she was eating or anything. But she had a nice smile, she was prompt with money, both for his pay and for any of the ingredients he needed. He always had transportation home, or he had a room ready for him if he was staying for a whole weekend.

Gil put the plate on a place mat at the opposite counter top. Thena liked eating in the kitchen instead of the cavernous dining room. She ate a a French style omelette, or if she was feeling adventurous, maybe a frittata, or he had even prepared omurice for her once. She liked fresh pressed grapefruit juice with a little natural sweetener in it. And berries picked from the gardens.

And he liked to add a little flower if there were any blooming on the strawberry plants while he was out picking.

Thena came in through the patio. She had already done her morning routine, then. A light workout, a shower, maybe a sauna. Her phone was in her hand but she famously didn't accept anyone speaking to her before 9 in the morning. She smiled and nodded to him as she took her seat.

She was in a good mood.

Gil turned around, carefully transporting the gold rimmed cup with his best cappuccino yet. He had even looked up how to make latte art to make a heart design in it.

Thena blinked, surprised as it slid into her view. She looked up at him.

He just nodded, encouraging her to take a sip.

She raised an eyebrow but did so. Usually he waited for her to ask for a specific coffee, since it could vary largely depending on the morning.

He shrugged; something about how beautiful the sunrise was had told him she would want something fun. It wasn't sunday, so she wouldn't want something as filling as a latte. But she only drank black coffee when she was already in a bad mood. Actually, now that he thought about it he ought to get more vanilla soy milk.

Thena sighed at her first sip, her shoulders lowering as she let the hot beverage soak into her. She really was in a good mood.

Gil just chuckled, keeping his comments to himself. He had come to respect the serenity Thena created for herself in the early mornings. He turned again to clear his dishes and fill the dishwasher.

He had to get soy milk, and a few other general weekend groceries. And he needed to get ingredients for a recipe he saw online, essentially a lemon cake tiramisu. Thena liked zingy, fresh flavours, and she enjoyed having something sweet on hand for if a craving hit her out of nowhere or after a hard day.

"It's perfect."

He tried to conceal the surprise he was feeling. But he couldn't help it; Thena had almost never commented on anything he made her, unless it was a brief line attached in an email. He turned, "y-yeah?"

She nodded.

He pursed his lips faintly. Back to silence--okay, sure. He peeked in the fridge to examine what else they had and what he needed. When he had asked Karun what Thena liked to keep on hand, he had merely stated that Thena was so bad at cooking, and so selective about food, that if left to her own devices she would probably just eat raw fruit forever.

"How did you know?"

He grinned. So, he was making progress! He had tried more actively in the beginning to get her to warm up to him. But he had come to accept that Thena didn't withhold her words deliberately. Still, he liked it when she did talk. "Just thought you'd be in the mood for it."

She raised her eyebrows at him from behind the cup being tipped up to her lips again.

He closed the fridge and moved back to the counter. "It's nice and mild out this morning, so I think you should have slept well. Stocks are looking good and you don't have to travel this weekend, right? I figured you would want something a little fun."

Thena smiled through his explanation. Maybe some of his observations of her would be a little much to some. But she nodded, looking down into her cappuccino, one leg bent and resting on her cushioned stool. "I assumed you would prefer when I travel?"

Gil blinked.

She set the mug down, as if this were a very important business meeting. "If I'm here, you don't get the weekend off. Or at the very least, you have plenty of work to do before hand."

"I don't mind," he shrugged easily. It was part of the job, and as far as clients went, Thena really wasn't all that demanding. She wasn't even that high maintenance, all things considered.

Food was easy to procure, either grown here or paid for out of her pocket. The only real stipulations of what he made was that she had to eat it. Karun was kind of like a worrisome father in that way. He had added specifically that she needed more vegetables, and that meant it was up to Gil to make them in such a way that Thena would actually like them.

"Do you ever think you may be too agreeable?"

"Hm," Gil ran his hand over his chin (he needed to shave). "I think it's more like...part of the job, y'know?"

"Hm."

Gil blinked at the new tone of the sound. She looked back at her breakfast. She sounded almost...disappointed. Disheartened, and now poking at her omelette like a dejected little kid. Gil leaned off the further counter and moved closer to her. "I just...wanted to do something kind of special for you."

She peeked up at him. She was awfully cute for some zillionaire old money type. Her hair was nice and soft from being gently blow dried, she didn't have any makeup on, fresh from the shower. Maybe all rich people were really, really pretty.

"You're not contractually obligated to be thoughtful," she smiled as she said it, but he got the impression that she didn't fully believe in her own joke.

He shrugged again, pushing the little flower closer to her, "call it my signature, then. Every chef has their own style--I like being a little sweet."

Thena smiled at the little white strawberry flower. She even reached out to it, but just barely let her fingers brush its soft petals, as if she would make it burst into flame. "Quite."

Gil inhaled, feeling better now that she was smiling again. She looked up at him, the sun behind her, making her hair glow. He blushed.

"Thank you, Gilgamesh."

He laughed faintly, feeling shy as she turned those siren eyes on him. He leaned back from the counter, sticking his hands in his apron pockets. "Hey, it's my pleasure, really."

"If you have shopping to do, Karun will call for a car for you," she added as he started slowly slipping - stumbling - out of the kitchen.

"Th-Thanks!" Gil squeaked out before reaching the hallway. He pulled his apron off and gripped it on his way to take it to the laundry room.

"You require transport, sir!"

Gil jumped at the sudden appearance of the man in question. "God, man, can't you walk a little louder!"

"My apologies, sir," Karun just chuckled. "The Madame walks lightly--as do I."

Thena walked around like a cat. She was silent, graceful, long legs...

"Sir?"

Fuck. Gil nodded, twisting his apron in his hands. He tilted his head as Karun shuffled closer, even waving him down so he could share something secretive.

"Excellent choice with the cappuccino, sir," he disclosed with glee. "The Madame has been trying to strike up a conversation with you for some time. I believe this was the perfect-"

"Karun!"

"I must go," he waved to Gilgamesh before dashing off to see to Thena's needs.

Gil felt a little stunned. It sounded like Karun was telling him that Thena had been wanting to talk with him. But that didn't seem right. Of all the times he had tried to chat with her, she had never bit, even once. And he didn't really think of her as the shy type.

He sighed, shrugging it off. He had groceries to get, anyway. Maybe he would try talking with her again, later.

[burninglights]

hot take but if you’re driving a Land Rover with Ninety Fucktrillion Lumen headlights on a narrow country road at twilight, every other road user’s right to fender bend you until your rear bumper is intimately acquainted with your sphincter should be enshrined in both law and the Highway Code

[m00ngbin]

Every time I see an out of state license plate on the back of the car that's causing ridiculous amounts of traffic in my town I go ballistic very quietly

[coockie8]

In case anyone was curious, I am not even remotely in the realm of fucking around anymore.

Their comment was in response to a reply I'd made 2 years ago to someone asking if I intended to finish the fic in question to which I'd responded that yeah, I had every intention.

That statement remains true to this day; I don't leave up unfinished fics I don't intend to finish if I still consider myself relatively active in the given fandom.

Now, is this the worst comment I've ever gotten? Absolutely not.

Is it still widly and frustratingly entitled? Yeah, it is. And I'm getting sick and fucking tired of this shit.

Nobody owes you fics, or a quick upload schedule. If a writer wants to take 2+ years to update a fic, then they have the right to take 2+ years to update their fic, and if you have a problem with that, go find a different fic to fucking read, you entitled fucking pissbaby!