An Inch Wide and Miles Deep

Those are the approximate dimensions of the asshole in my life. His latest proclaimation to retain his throne? "I hate it when motorcycles go between the cars so I swerve in front of them to slow them down."

And then he tried to play it off like he was joking and hadn't just admitted that he's attempted vehicular manslaughter on more than one occasion because he doesn't like it that bikes can split lanes and don't have to sit in traffic. So he will slow them down a bit and, if they hit him, he's got his blinker on so its the biker's fault.

Um yeah, he's bothered by bikers doing something perfectly legal so his reaction is to put bikers at a much greater risk of serious bodily injury. And then he tries to laugh it off? There's not a damned thing funny about intentionally creating a more dangerous situation because it bothers you that bikers can and do ride between the lanes.

I told him that he'd damned well better not pull that crap on me because I'd put my foot through his window. And then I think he began to understand a tiny bit of the utterly assholish statement he'd just uttered. A tiny bit and that's about all.

My depths of disgust for him knows almost no bounds. Just when I think he's bottomed out, he scraps through the false floor and sinks deeper. I don't know for sure yet but I think his personal motto is "Overpromise, under-deliver and throw anyone and everyone under the bus if it'll keep the heat off."

And yes, I have made a concerted effort to make it hard to figure out who he is. Not impossible and I know some of my readers are well aware of this person's identity. But I am going out of my way to blur the details for plausible deniability at the very least.
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