Not quite 24 hours ago, I officially became one of "them." Oh, you know who they are. "They" are the people who drive for miles and miles in a straight line - all while a turn signal blinks merrily away.
I hang my head in shame, for I am now one of "them."
To be fair, I don't know how it happened. I'm actually pretty much convinced that it was an accident and, therefore, I can't really be held accountable. I mean, if I didn't know that I turned on the turn signal, how would I know that I needed to turn it off?
Anyway, here's how I suspect that it happened. I was stopped at the light on River Street in W-B, just before the hospital. I was about two or three cars back. In the rearview mirror, I saw an ambulance coming up from behind. When the light changed, I pulled off onto the curb to let the ambulance pass. I either intentionally put on the right turn signal to let the driver behind me know what I was doing. Or, I inadvertantly hit the signal as I maneuvered onto the curb. I tend to believe the latter because I don't recall doing the former. If I actually had turned the turn signal on on purpose, I would have managed to turn it off before approximately three miles had passed. I'm SURE I would have. Wouldn't I?