A Green Line trolley was heading up the hill towards Heath St. The driver, stops, blows his horn and insists that I move back. I politely go back as far as I (and the people behind me) can. There's only so much room we all, including the trolley, have. He then opens his window and asks why I can't just turn right onto Route 9/Huntington St. (Keep in mind that my left turn signal is blinking at him.)
Me: I'm going left.
Him: Why can't you just go right?
Me: I'm not headed that way.
Him: Why not?
Me: That's not where I'm going. It's the wrong direction.
Eventually he gave up arguing and had scooted the trolley up the hill. It's not my fault that some idiot designed that intersection poorly, leaving tight space for all. Meanwhile, he made all those passengers wait while he argued with me about directions.