Seeing that traffic's backed up a tad at my turn, I roll off the throttle, put on my left turn signal, and ease on into the left-turn lane, downshifting with the braking for a nice, easy stop at a usually long light.
When out of the blue, a <bad name> in a shiny red Cavalier swoops in from my right and JAMS on her brakes right in front of me.
As slow as I was going, I still had to lock the wheels and turn the bike sideways, certain I was going down underneath her rear bumper. By the good graces of a particularly benevolent Og, I stop just shy of hitting her. The guy in the car in the left lane (to my right) jammed on his brakes to give me room to swerve if I had to.
I'm sure he earned a few Good Karma Points for that, and he's my Big D*ned Hero today.
I muscle the bike upright, and heel-and-toe it around until I'm just off her rear panel, staring daggers into her driver's sideview mirror. She pretends she doesn't see me.
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I continue to stare hot molten hatred at her sideview mirror, until she finally takes a quick peek in her mirror at me, and just as quickly goes back to staring straight ahead. No acknowledgement of me as a human being even flickers across her mascaraed cow-eyes.
Well, the light turns green, and I follow her through the left turn, and to my incredible joy and surprise, she turns into the Maryland Heights Police Department's parking lot. As she pulls in, I park behind her. She's going over me and my bike to get out, now, if she wants to.
She exits the car, and I ask her if she thought it was cool to cut me off and almost run me off my bike. She plays dumb, saying she didn't know where I was going to turn. I emphasize the "dumb," because there wasn't anywhere else for me to turn than the light I was decelerating at a normal pace to turn left at. We take it inside to the Duty Sergeant, Maryland Heights' Finest, Sgt. Link.
I tell my side, she tells hers. She lies through her teeth, saying I got in the left-turn lane a quarter-mile before the intersection. I call her a liar, because if I'd done that, I'd have ran head-first into oncoming traffic's left-turn lane. I hammer at her until she just blurts out, "You were, like, going really slow, so I, like, passed you and got in front of you."