Dear driver from Florida

Dear driver from Florida

You cut me off by turning left onto rt 20 where it’s 55 mph by the town justice’s office and then drove 35-40 mph in a very lost fashion until where rt 20 hits 22 south at the blinker.

There, instead of turning right from the left hand lane as I expected, you stopped under the blinker making the person behind me pass us both on the right while everyone else watched me frantically wave at you.

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