One of these robot autonomous abominations owe my wife some cheesy fries.

A year or two ago I was driving home at night and I picked up some fast food.

Two lanes, both one way driving in the same direction. Waymo in the left lane, me in the right. No cars anywhere around, just me and IT. I went to pass by the Waymo and it aggressively swerved into my lane and I hit the brakes. Cheesy Fries flew onto my passenger floor board. REKT.

The upcoming stop light I pulled up next to IT and there was no one driving.

Wife called Waymo to complain, robots answer. No real person to talk to.

It’s a weird feeling getting fucked over by a robot with no course of retribution or any accountability by the system which designed it.

Welcome to autonomy…

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