Near-death experience:

Wow. I was driving back to work after lunch today. I drive about a mile of the way down a narrow two lane road with no shoulder and a double yellow line down the middle. A guy going the other direction (who I'll call Jeep) was stopped to make a left turn onto a side street (there's no light or anything) and since this road is pretty busy there were six or seven cars lined up behind him. I'm driving merrily along and go on past him.

One of the cars near the end of the line (who I'm going to call the Grand Damned Fool becuase he was driving a Pontiac Grand Am and for reasons that will become obvious) decided he didn't want to wait. He pulls out across the double yellow line into on-coming traffic from a dead stop. This road has a speed limit of 35 and most people go about 40 or so. How he was planning to get past the 4 or 5 other cars waiting behind Jeep without getting killed blows my mind.

Anyway, he didn't pull all the way out because when he got the nose of the car into my lane of traffic, he saw me. I blow my horn, but he has to reverse to get the car back into the space he'd been in and he's kind of stuck. Luckily for both of us, there was a right turn lane there and I (and the two people behind me, all of whom would have hit the Grand Damned Fool) pulled in there and got around the guy.

The dumbest part about it all: of course if someone is stopped trying to make a left turn, there's traffic coming in the other direction. Why the hell else would Jeep have stopped, for his health?