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I proactively avoided being rear-ended today. (I mean in my car, you pervs.)
To get to Minifobette's therapy clinic, you have to turn left across moderately heavy traffic, and there is no turn lane. It's the sort of thing that was fine when the road was rural, but now it is quite busy and you have to come to a dead stop with your turn signal on for half a minute or more, and the traffic piles up behind you until they can manage to get in the other lane to go around.
It is a death trap, and whenever I'm there I spend most of the time staring in my rear-view mirror, looking for people coming at full speed who don't see that I'm stopped. Today it finally happened, stupid kid had his head turned fully to the side looking at some random thing. I gunned my car forward at the last second, and he still would have hit me but the noise of my tires snapped him out of it and he swerved.
I've been staring in the rear-view mirror at that spot for three years, and it finally paid off. I don't feel so paranoid now.
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