Female land yacht almost smashes into my SUV... So I'm coming home from work, pulling up to a T intersection.  I'm about to make a left turn, I see a small Fiat coming from the right, I stop.  Fiat makes a left turn, crossing in front of me... As it's turning, I see the doughnut driver inside.  Jello jowls, chubby cheeks, face fat, the whole fuckin nine yards.  I-shit-you-not, while driving the small Fiat, this calorie commando had a dog (looked to be a 50-ish lb. Beagle) ON IT'S LAP.  It started turning and I could immediately tell it could not manipulate the steering wheel properly and seemed to be on a collision course with my front bumper.  I had just enough time to throw it in reverse and give some room, but some shitbird pulled up on my ass, so I had to sit there with my asshole clinched and just pray this beetus barbarian didn't swipe the front of my car.  Luckily, it missed my X5... By about 10 inches!  It looked right at me and saw my "WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" look that I was giving, and seemed to be embarrassed.  Good, you should be ashamed and sad, you fucking pig.  TIL:  Having a 5,000 lb. SUV gives me a peace of mind, it's like retard protection.  I cooled down very quickly because I know fatshit's car would have been fucking wrecked, and I would have lost the plastic bumper, at most.