Just earlier tonight here on Long Island, I"m zipping home on the highway (hey, it was around 7) and then I run into a series of apparently self righteous self appointed speed limit policers (not cops!). They get into the left lane and do speed limit or 5 mph under. Ahead of them is open road; the next red dots over a couple hundred feet off. And these buggers get into all the lanes!
The worst one was the first one. An entire column of cars, with me in it, was approaching the entrance ramp from the street. One of the turkeys ahead stops rather suddenly for some reason. I'm glad there was only two sips of joe left in my cup.
And then, just about a half hour ago, I'm out to the supermarket, and pull into the right lane as the store is coming up. I had already noted that about three car lengths behind with no one between us was this dark vehicle with no lights on. From the street lights I can see that it's one guy driving with a woman next to him, young to middle age, both.
I was stupid and almost missed the entrance driveway, 'cuz I was eyeballing the Cloaked Romulan Pirate behind me so I make a rather abrupt right. Well Romulan follows, too, and no turn signal; at least I had mine on way before I was too close to the driveway, keeping rather precisely the distance between us. Well, I decided to call the game to see if he was really tailing me or he wanted also to go shopping tonight, so I stopped at a STOP sign in the parking lot and stayed there for many seconds. Mr. and Mrs. Cloak waited, too, and there were parking spots next to them! As I got moving again, I saw the Pirates make their abrupt turn into a parking space!
My wife was sharp eyed enough to spot a security patrol car nearby, so I parked under the nearest bright lamp to the patrol car before we went into the store. I wanted to walk over and see if Romulans really have greenish skin and pointed ears, but the old lady had other plans and had us go in another entrance. I couldn't tell if they were still around when we left.
(Next time, I am going to pull into another lane, slow down so as to drop back behind the Cloaker and drive slowly behind them in an adjacent lane. Then, if they go into what my planned destination was, then, I'll feel better. If not, I'll double back to where I wanted to go in the first place.)