By Chris Bauer
I’ve always resented the jerks who try to merge onto the Brooklyn bridge entrance heading downtown on the FDR. Like the good Catholic boy that I am, I’ve always made it a point to get into the far right lane in plenty of time so that I won’t slow up traffic; anticipating the exit that will take me to my Brooklyn home just across the river. Nearly every time, I sit still in my car or cab for at least a few minutes while the last minute cheaters clog up the line trying to squeeze into the exit lane in time to get on the bridge. Sure, I allow for the occasional out of towner, and day dreamer who may have spaced out and missed their chance to merge earlier, but the majority of the stoppage comes from the dark side of NYC mentality, which is “the rules don’t apply to me”.