merging
He had a friend Phil. They had been driving to the King of Prussia Mall during college. As the turnpike exit approached, he saw a slew of cars put on their right turn signal, merging into the right for the expected turn off. Anticipating this, Phil sped up instead of slowing down. Phil drives to the very last point he could turn off, crossing over the stripes demarcating the prohibition while merging in between the cars that had waited their turn. Phil ignores the glares, something he himself seems to bear the weight of. You do this often? Fuck it man. Not waiting in line. Suckers. It is implied if he pushed it, a response along the lines of “they could do it too”. He gets a feeling akin to “it’s immoral not to take a fool’s money” vibe. Phil is Wharton. He figures this is what makes Phil as successful as he is, a Huntsman scholar, the crème de la crème chosen to pursue a degree in the business school and a degree from the College ...