So I'm cruising along the freeway, well aware that my exit is fast approaching and making plans to get off and thus avoid finding myself on the upcoming toll road. Except some twat in a Suburban would *not* let me change lanes. If I slowed down, he slowed down, when I sped up, he sped up. And as I was being tailgated by another twat in some other kind of big-ass-small-penis SUV, I figured it wasn't worth a crash and drove past the exit, which meant I had no choice but to join the toll road. Except I only had 1 quarter on me, and you need 3 to get off, more if you stay on. You can't use bills, you can't use cards, you can't back up onto the freeway (or at least you can, but even if you did it without killing anyone, there's nowhere to go). I tried the trick I used the one time before when I got stuck here (when I'd only moved to town a few weeks prior) and asked the guy in the car behind if he had change. He had 3 quarters, which of course, he needed himself. Same with the guy behind him. I'd already kept these people waiting long enough, and as I couldn't think of a better idea, I drove through. And listened to the damn machine buzzing, and flashing, and cackling and yelling after me "We've got you matey, look for the fine in the mail, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" Pisses me off.
That sucks. Did it really say that? Edit to add: I think it's really great you are a hipforums supporter only after 30 some posts. I think I will be a perma freerider.
Ironically, the only reason I was going that way was to buy shotgun shells, although I didn't have the bangstick with me. And the other only reason I was going that way was because the store where I usually buy my shotgun shells was out of the type I wanted.
toll house cookies ARE good. but toll roads suck. and accidentally ending up on one when you wanted to get off before that really sucks. i hate guns, but i'm still sorry you got fucked at the toll road.
That is what break lights are for. Oh and I intimidate most people I drive around because of the Jesus loves you tag. Oh yeah I know how to rock the crazy. Well except drugged out truckers.