I was driving in West Palm Beach, Florida.

Realizing that I was in the wrong (middle) lane approaching a right turn, I signaled a lane change and sped up, like I’d normally need to do to get into a crowded right lane with little room to spare.

The driver directly next to me slowed down and — GASP!! — let me in in front of him.

That never, EVER, happens when driving the mean, no-signaling streets of Miami.

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