You know the old joke? The one about Surrey drivers being bad drivers?

Now that I started my new job in Surrey, I can tell you it ain’t so.

Sure, Surrey’s got that trucker dude with the Confederate flag on his grille (two sightings on my part). He ain’t done nothing worse than that.

You see, this morning I pull out of my street to a four-way stop. Waited for my turn. Yield to the right and all. Then, when it was my turn some lady barrels past me, giving me that withering look of the self-righteous.

Where was that? Good old Port Moody. The nouveau Kerrisdale. Not Surrey. Port Moody.

My theory is that bad drivers don’t come from Surrey. It’s drivers from elsewhere who go to Surrey. They think that once they’re in Surrey, they can act like Surrey drivers.

The point where these wannabe Surrey drivers from elsewhere go all Surrey is on the Port Mann Bridge.

The reason I can state this theory so resolutely? Why, because the driver of the big, big truck - the one filled with inflammables - tried to get into my lane while I was driving alongside him. No signalling or doing the shoulder check or looking down at the petrified driver in the miniature car next to him. On the Port Mann Bridge.

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