Look, I know traffic is annoying. This morning a car fire pretty much choked up the bridge I have to go across to get to work. 4 lanes of stopped traffic is enough to piss anyone off. But the assholes of the world seem to think that they are more important than even ambulances. It is these assholes who think that the 10 inches of space on the outer sides of the bridge are their own personal express lane.
What gives? How much do you have to think of yourself to say "Screw this, I'm going to drive on the side of the road and force my way into traffic when I feel like it." And it's not like these idiots drive slow. No, they have to do 20 MPH over the speed limit because they're in a hurry. Heaven forbid you should have your passenger side mirror invading their private space! You'll get an ear full of angry, asshole horn!
I have a hard time with this. As an old Wrangler driver, I couldn't care less if some whack job in a shiny Benz scrapes across my 3" steel side bumpers giving themselves a nice new rust colored pinstripe in the process, but to pull out in front of them intentionally (even if it's just slightly) is being just as asshole-ish as they are. Instead, I find myself hoping that someone accidentally dropped a box or two of 16 penny nails that happen to find their way into Mr. / Mrs. Asshole's low profile tired.
Then, in my fantasy, this causes the car to swerve and flip, spilling gasoline all over the vehicle which then proceeds to catch fire. And the ambulance and fire truck can't get to them because some other asshole is using the shoulder to drive on.