If you somehow don't know who these inbred numbskulls are, which would surprise me, the pictures to the left should help clear things up. If you need further clarification, it's quite simple really:
This is what it looks like to get "blocked" |
These are individuals who apparently cannot see the rest of the world past the hood of their car, and somehow cannot see the backed up traffic in the intersection in front of them, nor do they see the side streets to their left or right. Instead, they proceed forward, void of any sort of common sense, and sit in the middle of the intersection.
You might not think that's a huge problem, but in rush hour, it's a MAJOR problem. Because traffic doesn't move that quickly, so they end up sitting in the intersection after their light turns red, and they create a wall for the traffic travelling perpendicular to them, who happen to have the right of way. Even better...when you honk at them (the international signal for "hey you...fuckwad!"), they turn and glare at you like it's your fault. Further proof that they clearly have fecal matter where their brains should be.
There are tons of intersections that are notorious for intersection blockers. Unfortunately, one of them is just down the street from my condo...and because I live on an extended cul-de-sac, it's my only exit. That being said, probably the most annoying place that this phenomenon always occurs is at the intersection of Eastbound Memorial Drive NE and the on-ramp that runs from Deerfoot Trail northbound.
If you check out my rudimentary diagram below (done in MS Paint) you can kinda see what I'm getting at. The red line is the path, the yellow squares are the cars that are trying to exit onto Deerfoot south, and they ALWAYS jump into the intersection. I guess they think that they'll get home 3.47 seconds sooner if they do that. Problem is, now you're blocking at least one lane of traffic coming from the on-ramp (sometimes all 3 lanes), and that just creates a giant clusterfuck, and if you're like me, some serious road rage.
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