It looks like you’re in a hurry; I completely understand wanting to get somewhere faster. But, you see, we’re all going about 15 miles per hour on this highway — you may have noticed that it’s a construction zone. When we started slowing down, yours was the car in front of ours. Every time a gap opens up in one of the other two lanes on this roadway, you skidaddle your little Volkswagen butt over there as quickly as possible… only to end up back in front of us again about 30 seconds later. Nary a turn signal to be used, either.
Maybe your car didn’t come with the turn signal option.
It’s possible that it makes you feel better to be constantly moving, even though “forward” is not really the direction you’re moving in. Personally, (possibly) getting to my destination 5-10 seconds sooner is not really worth playing the lane-changing game, but I digress. I hope you eventually arrive at your destination safely… but please note that we just passed you, and we never left the comfort of the right lane.
“dear…” is a new feature on Claremont Road where I compose imaginary letters to persons I’ve encountered in my day-to-day, particularly those mysteriously behaved individuals.