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ZIPPERS! Zippers, people!

I don’t want to get off on a rant here, but what happens to people in cars that deducts 50% of their civility score? Why is it that drivers not only feel empowered to not merge right when the first sign goes up (and drive all the way to the narrowing), but then get angry when you don’t let them crowbar their way in at the front? They honk, they swear – after THEY just cut in front of twenty cars that arrived at the narrowing before the royal personage arrived to declare their obvious superiority.

The model for this situation is a zipper. As soon as the first sign goes up, each lane immediately moves to merge. Left lane, right lane, left lane, right lane. Like a zipper, one would say. Picture a zipper where one tooth decides to go all the way to the top of the coat before any of the other teeth.

Wardrobe malfunction.

When you’re on the road, consider yourself getting in line at the grocery store. Do you cut in front of ten people there? I think not.

But that’s just what I think. I may be wrong.

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