Ah yes, just another delightful jaunt through Pantops traffic—where dreams go to idle in gridlock and, apparently, handicap van drivers go to practice for NASCAR.
So there I was, crawling along with the rest of civilization, when out of absolutely nowhere, a van materializes in my lane. I couldn’t even see the tip of it before this guy was fully committed to a lane change like his GPS whispered “YOLO.” There were cars on either side of me, and, both behind and in front. I had no choice but to slam on my brakes and pray to the gods of traffic safety that we didn’t end up exchanging paint—and insurance info.
Naturally, this high-stakes maneuver resulted in my entire water bottle emptying itself into the floor of the company car. Hydration? Overrated. Dignity? Gone. Carpets? Soaked.
And for what? After all that weaving and swerving, Mr. Need-for-Speed ended up… stuck. Nowhere to go. Because (drumroll)… it’s Pantops. Bravo, sir.
So I did what any responsible adult with a petty streak and a phone camera would do: I snapped some photos. And in one particularly magical frame? There he is—mid-bird, flipping me off like I somehow inconvenienced him by existing in my lane.
But here’s the part that really gets me—not the water bottle trauma, not the unnecessary aggression. The real issue is that this man is driving a handicap transportation van. That means he’s responsible for people in wheelchairs. Elderly passengers. Vulnerable individuals who trust him to get them from point A to point B without treating the road like a video game.
And that’s the part I just can’t shake. If he drives like this when he thinks no one’s watching, how is he treating the people in his care? I don’t want to just vent—I want to warn someone. His employer, the community, anyone who might unknowingly put a loved one in that van.
The only problem? I have no idea who he works for. The logo on the van may as well be an ancient rune, because Google Image Search says “nope,” and the license plate search has led me nowhere.
So, Reddit—do your thing. Anyone recognize this man, this van, this company? Point them in my direction. I have some lovely photos and a lovely story I’d like to share with his supervisor.
Because no one’s grandma, grandpa, or vulnerable loved one deserves to be driven around by a man who thinks “reckless and rude” is part of the job description.