Engage old defensive bus-driver waazoo

We are headed north into Rochester to do a medical appointment.
We are in the CR-V.
It’s Tuesday, April 7, 2009, and the appointment is at 9 a.m.; so we are in the NASCAR rush-hour.
It snowed overnight, so numerous cars are spun into the median — Interstate-390.
We begin threading the big fork, where I-390 arcs to the left, and I-590 begins to the right.
I’m in the rightmost lane, since that lane is a dedicated exit lane to the exit I want, which is 15A.
This is also the way to the vaunted Rochester International Airport, but that’s the lane to my left.
We begin sweeping around the ramp, and I notice an adjacent black Honda Accord is drifting into my lane.
Uh-oh..... Engage old defensive bus-driver waazoo. BACK OFF! I know all too well from bus-driving experience, if someone is drifting into my lane, they may do a sudden lane-change and sideswipe me.
Sure enough, the Accord did a sudden lane-change into my lane, and then swooped back into the left lane, because a large semi was impeding her progress.
Then back into the right lane, because she wanted the exit.
Alert-alert. Schoolbus ahead. The exit widens out to two, then three, then four lanes. EXPECT ANYTHING! The driver may make another unsignaled move to pass the schoolbus. (All previous moves were unsignaled.)
She passes the schoolbus on the right, and charges into the rightmost lane; a dedicated right-turn lane.
“Thank goodness she’s not going our way,” Linda says.
We pull alongside and the lady is yammering on her cellphone — which is illegal in this state.

(Right about this point the almighty Bluster-King will weigh in, claiming I’m driving scared.)

Well, not really: it’s the old defensive bus-driver waazoo.
By backing off I added maybe a second to my trip; yet if I hadn’t I woulda added an hour — plus a police-report; and phonecalls to my insurance agency. Plus a body-shop to repair the damage.

For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service, the transit-bus operator in Rochester, NY. My stroke October 26, 1993 ended that.

The “CR-V” is our 2003 Honda CR-V SUV.

“Interstate-390” is the main road into Rochester.

“Linda” is my wife of 41+ years. She had lymphatic cancer. It was treatable — she survived. The medical appointment was followup.

“15A” is U.S. Route 15A; a main highway south out of Rochester. It parallels U.S. Route 15.

The “almighty Bluster-King” is my all-knowing, blowhard brother-from-Boston, the macho ad-hominem king, who noisily badmouths everything I do or say. He loudly claims I drive like an old lady; i.e. inferior to him.