Wrong Lane Wayne

This may be less of a traditional blog posting and more of a story. It's a story of a man, as the title indicates, a man named Wayne. His name may not really be Wayne, but it rhymed so nicely I couldn't resist.

So Wayne was a pleasant fellow (he still is, actually), and a pretty good driver. He didn't go too fast or too slow. He didn't weave impatiently in and out of lanes, if someone wanted to pass him Wayne politely moved over to the right lane and let the other car go. All in all, it was hard to be a backsteat driver in Wayne's car.

Unless there was an exit coming up. For some reason, Wayne always waited til the very last instant to move into the lane that would give him the best access to his exit. And he waited until the very last instant to actually exit. No dotted exit lane lines for him, he moved over when he was ready. This was not specific to just Highways. No, if Wayne needed to make a right or left off of a local road, and that road was either two lanes or had a turning lane he'd wait. til the last instant.

Maybe he was afraid to let other people guess that he might be exiting or turning, he really is a secretive kind of guy. Or maybe he always liked to keep his options open, though I dare say, your options are much wider if you give yourself time to move over. Or maybe he viewed the turning and exit lanes as the driving equivalent of the children's table, and he had too many memories to purposely travel that road again.

His wife found it annoying. Very annoying. Really it was only a major problem if they were away from home. Because when you're two lanes over, and you don't REALLY know the roads and exits, it's a little hard to have any options at ALL.

But the issue that needed to be resolved, for both Wayne and his wife was Why. Why did he need to do this?

They haven't figured it out yet. Theories are welcome.

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