My friend came to visit me in Boston. He’s a bit skittish and dramatic. He was driving and came upon a rotary. He kept repeating “what is this?” before we entered onto it. I was explaining to him that he literally just had to get out at the first exit so he didn’t even really need to get onto it, just turn right, but he just saw an opening and pulled in.
Immediately he went to the center and just kept circling around it screaming. I was trying to calm him down, but I was laughing too hard. We had to have gone around 5 times before he got his shit together and just exited his first chance. I drove around the long way so he didn’t have to go in again. But the thought of getting pulled over did cross my mind.
My friend came to visit me in Boston. He’s a bit skittish and dramatic. He was driving and came upon a rotary. He kept repeating “what is this?” before we entered onto it. I was explaining to him that he literally just had to get out at the first exit so he didn’t even really need to get onto it, just turn right, but he just saw an opening and pulled in.
Immediately he went to the center and just kept circling around it screaming. I was trying to calm him down, but I was laughing too hard. We had to have gone around 5 times before he got his shit together and just exited his first chance. I drove around the long way so he didn’t have to go in again. But the thought of getting pulled over did cross my mind.
The is SO MUCH WORSE about driving in Boston than a rotary wtf