TIFU by trusting someone to know how a roundabout works

This happened earlier today and I’m still recovering from the sheer audacity of it.

I was driving through a roundabout, already inside the circle, following the rules like a responsible adult. Yielded. Signaled. Didn’t cause chaos. All the good stuff.

Then out of nowhere, this guy comes flying in from the right like he’s trying to set a land speed record. No yield. No slow-down. Just raw confidence and a possible death wish.

I slam the brakes to avoid becoming part of a live-action insurance commercial. He misses me by inches.

Now here’s where the “FU” part really kicks in: He honks. At me.

Then, to add insult to almost-injury, he rolls down his window and yells something that sounded like “Learn how to drive!”

Sir. I was already in the roundabout. That’s not how circles work. This isn’t NASCAR. You can’t just merge with pure vibes and adrenaline.

I just sat there in disbelief, clutching my steering wheel and iced coffee like they were emotional support objects. My heart was racing. My coffee was not. It was now mostly on my lap.

I didn’t say anything back — I just gave him the silent “wow” face and drove off like a traumatized turtle.

So yeah. TIFU by expecting a fully grown adult in a vehicle to understand one of the most basic traffic patterns in modern civilization.

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TL;DR: Drove through a roundabout. Guy ignored the yield, almost hit me, then yelled at me. I aged several years and spilled coffee. Still not sure if I’m the idiot or just a casualty of his Mario Kart fantasy.