Sometimes on the interstate highway, the road construction forces all vehicles to merge to one side, and one lane will be closed far ahead. Now everyone waits as the traffic slows to a crawl, yet a car zooms by in the vacant lane, and then another-- they presume that somebody will let them in when they get far ahead to the traffic cones, and they usually do break in way ahead of the others who had merged already. The traffic crawls a little more, and now we are squeezing in tight with the car ahead; no way I'm letting them in. Now I'm yelling ahead, "don't let them in!"
Once, a big tractor-trailer rig, or what may be called a big lorry, began straddling the line in front of us, holding his place, and yet blocking the open lane, so that no more cheaters could swish past in their little cars with that little stupid rear tail light assembly frowning smugly back at us-- all of us who were stuck in traffic cheered the big truck's move, and when the rig finally got back fully in line, we saw the cones, and the traffic whippersnappers were soon forgotten.