My old house was one of a row of housing with assigned parking spaces in front, perpendicular to the road. Like in front of a store.

I was going to turn into my parking space. This behemoth of a truck was in front of me, going slow as molasses. I mean like 2 miles an hour. I could have stopped my car and walked home faster, but I was in the middle of the road.

The truck in front of me veered left, towards the parking spots on the opposite side of the road. I said “fucking FINALLY” and darted past them on the right.

Turns out they had finally found the spot they were looking for and had just swung wide to turn into the spot. On the right, not the left. They turned straight into me as I tried to drive past.

Ever since then I make sure to use my blinker even if I’m just turning into my driveway.