Instant Karma

Today I was driving behind Amy; we were both picking up our children from their respective schools. Preparing to merge onto highway 55 at Lindberg, some wet-wipe in a shiny new pick-up truck comes speeding down the highway. Does this person move into any of the 4 other available lanes? No, (s)he does not. They insist on staying in the right hand lane, even though there are maybe 4 other cars total in sight. This jerk of the highest magnitude drives right up on Amy's bumper, doing at least 85 miles an hour. (s)He proceeds to cruise with maybe 18 inches between the truck and her little green car for an 8th of a mile! I swear you couldn't fit my hips between the two vehicles. Finally the driver of the truck (which, incidentally had a huge American flag plastered across the back window) decides to swerve around my friend. They cut to the left (no signal) and promptly cut in front of her (again, no signal). I had enough time to admire the handling and turn radius of the flashy black truck. (heh) Then they turned on their hazard lights and pulled over. LOL! They broke down! In a brand new truck! Stuck on the side of the highway waiting for MoDot to come by!
Ahhh, Karma!