Second in an occasional series of questions that may well have no answer, or no
reasonable or acceptable answer anyway.
Why do otherwise polite people, those who would never consider cutting in front of you at Starbucks, or the movie ticket line, feel that their time is significantly more valuable than other drivers', so much so that they will scoot up a vanishing lane (marked by a huge blinking arrow) and depend on a more polite person to allow them to cut in, saving perhaps thirty or forty seconds?
Bonus question: Why does it disturb me so much?
Comments welcome.
Check back later for the reutrn of the muse.
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