The Pizzaman, a Mercedes-Benz and Charles Darwin

The other night, I spotted a brand new Mercedes Benz driving ahead of me.
It wasn't going very fast, maybe 20 mph. The Benz slowed down as it
approached a green light and started careening through the intersection
at a crawl. I slowed down as I approached the intersection, wary of the Benz.
It took so much time that I missed the green light.
I sat at the red light and watched the Benz putter away.

I caught up to it at the next light. The light had turned green several seconds
before and yet the Mercedes was at a standstill. This didn't matter to me for
I was planning on turning right anyway. I signaled my turn and slipped into
the right lane. Just as I approached the Benz, it took a quick and wild right
turn with no warning. I slammed on the brakes, then the horn.
The Benz paid me no mind.

Now, I'm way past getting pissed at this brand of jackassery, I see it so often
that I just make a quick mental note that Minneapolitans can't drive worth a
shit and go on with my day. I just let it go.
But as I followed the Benz and watched it carelessly and slowly swerve down
the street oblivious to anyone else on the road, I thought
"How the Hell can someone afford a new Mercedes-Benz, yet can't seem to
figure out where the fuck they're going or how to use their signal light?".

Somewhere Charles Darwin is crying.