Around here (Louisiana) people tend to have one of three attitudes towards left and right blinkers.
- Fuck ’em. Let the other poor hapless bastards have to do a Vulcan mind meld with me to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do.
- I’ll put my blinker on when I turn my wheel, as though the blinker is a part of the turning procedure, and not a request to get over. I will stop in the middle of the road to turn or change lanes, but because I don’t put my blinker on until I’m halfway through the turn, no one knows what the fuck I’m doing.
- My blinker is a warning to everyone else on the road… I think that just because my blinker is on, that I’m ENTITLED to change lanes, and will honk my horn at you and become upset when you blow your horn at me or slam into me because I was a fuckwad
I fucking HATE stupid people.