Last night (a Sunday) I had the misfortune of taking I-90 home at 9:30pm. Right when a road crew was working on the asphalt. For some unholy reason, they were out working during what was probably the busiest part of the day on Sunday—right when everybody’s heading home.
Anyway, right at the on-ramp there was a big sign that said Left Land Closed, so I stayed in the right lane, directly behind a semi-trailer truck. The going was slow, and got slower as more and more people passed us using the left lane to sneak a bit ahead. This pissed me off something fierce.
About four cars back from me was another big semi. The driver finally got as fed up as I was and moved into the middle of the freeway, bless his 18-wheeled little heart, and blocked the lane from further jackholes slowing the rest of us down when they try to merge back into already slow traffic.
I rolled down my window and put a big thumbs up out for him. I hope he saw it and didn’t think I was flipping him off.