
Originally Posted by
Buzzworthy
Commuting 25 miles each way a day on I15 for one year of my life gave me enormous insight into this exact scenario. It’s incredible. And terrifying.
This is definitely a major issue in UT. I have a similar commute on I15 then residential streets and if I had to flash all the people who are running dark I'd get tendonitis. And as DTM said most don't get it when you flash them. A few years back I came up on a dark sedan going down 700E (around 21st S so more or less "downtown"), saw it way later than I would have liked and had to brake fairly hard. I got on the dude's ass and flashed him 4 or 5 times, lights never came on but he started getting all erratic, and got out of his car at the next light yelling at me. I popped my head out the window and told him why I was flashing him, he deflated but looked super confused and told me never to flash my lights at anyone or else... Cool bud, I'll make sure to get a loudspeaker to start yelling at people, or maybe mount something to my hood that can scroll text.

Originally Posted by
californiagrown
This is controversial. It annoys me when people pickup a lost pair of gloves, or hat, or baseball glove, etc from a public place (like a park) and bring it home so they can post about it being lost on Nextdoor/Facebook. This annoys the shit out of me because whenever i lost things as a kid i was always sooooo relieved to go back the next day to find whatever i lost at the place i was pretty sure i lost it. Now you apparently have to search through a clusterfuck feed of Social media bullshit to hopefully find the one post about your lost item, get in contact to coordinate a time to meet, and then travel out of your way to that persons house to retrieve it... instead of just going to the neighborhood park where you left it.
Its people being niceholes and not realizing they are likely just making it harder for others.
Driving to daycare yesterday morning a taco pulls out in front of me, I notice the bed cover is on but the tailgate is down and the bed is pretty much full. Taco makes it to a stop sign, slows way down, then accelerates out and a carry-on slides out of the back and hit the pavement. I immediately lay on the horn then stop and run in the street waving. They never saw me and kept going. I looked for tags on the suitcase or any other identifier, nothing. Took a quick look inside, bunch of clothing, no identifiers. I sat there for a sec wondering what to do. Didn't see which side street and house the Taco pulled out of so no way to know where to return the luggage. In the end I left the thing on the parking strip of the house it fell in front, hoping the driver would notice quickly and retrace their step. It was gone when I got home from work, hopefully retrieved by its rightful owner... That or it was stolen along with the rest of the shit which slid out of the bed on the way to the airport.
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