Ask Lemmy
A Fediverse community for open-ended, thought provoking questions
Rules: (interactive)
1) Be nice and; have fun
Doxxing, trolling, sealioning, racism, and toxicity are not welcomed in AskLemmy. Remember what your mother said: if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. In addition, the site-wide Lemmy.world terms of service also apply here. Please familiarize yourself with them
2) All posts must end with a '?'
This is sort of like Jeopardy. Please phrase all post titles in the form of a proper question ending with ?
3) No spam
Please do not flood the community with nonsense. Actual suspected spammers will be banned on site. No astroturfing.
4) NSFW is okay, within reason
Just remember to tag posts with either a content warning or a [NSFW] tag. Overtly sexual posts are not allowed, please direct them to either [email protected] or [email protected].
NSFW comments should be restricted to posts tagged [NSFW].
5) This is not a support community.
It is not a place for 'how do I?', type questions.
If you have any questions regarding the site itself or would like to report a community, please direct them to Lemmy.world Support or email [email protected]. For other questions check our partnered communities list, or use the search function.
Reminder: The terms of service apply here too.
Partnered Communities:
Logo design credit goes to: tubbadu
view the rest of the comments
Depending on where you are, there can be veeeeery good reasons to do that. Wait until a truck pulling a horse trailer, or a tractor-trailer with a load of logs comes up the road on your right. Now it takes a left, and scrreeeeeeeeeeeee ... there went your bumper and mirror. Sure, insurance will cover it... after the long, dragged out court case, the backup at the body shop, and the newfound wonder at how much those stupid body panels cost.
It can also just be the cause of some extreme stupidity as the truck gets 'stuck' and you are now stuck at that light for minutes as it laboriously backs up and pulls forward.
This is literally the "You never know when my brother is coming" joke in real life.
This man rurals.
Where I lived quite literally had the lines for the town's intersection painted so that it didn't happen. You could tell when people from 'elsewhere' were passing through, because they'd pull past the painted stop line in the left turn lane to be even with the people going straight.