The thing with a situation like this is that once you've made the decision to go into the RH lane you're kinda stuck there. You see the cars whizzing past in the LH lane and think "Look at those bastards, why didn't I choose that lane. Loooooooook how far ahead they are.". And you really want to pull out into the LH lane and cruise down the 800 yards to where it closes, but you know if you do you're going to look like an even worse bastard than the people who are already in that lane.
You creep along passing the 600 yard sign, thinking "Hmmm, maybe I could still nip into the other lane for a bit", but you don't because you're worried that if you do, no one will let you in - then the people in the car behind will catch you up and shake their head condescendingly as they pass you.
At the 400 yard sign you have been undertaken by about 50 cars and you can actually see all the dickheads in front of you who are actually letting these fuckers filter in to the lane that you are now actually having to stop in occasionally - purely because these arseholes are letting these queue jumpers in.
At the 200 yard sign you resign yourself to the fact that you're so close that there's no point changing lane. But now you can look forward to the point 200 yards ahead when you will be able to not let any of these left hand lane pricks in. No way. Will you stare ahead and pretend they don't exist or will you make a point of eyeballing them while shaking your head? Either way, they won't be getting in in front of you.
You reach the merge in point. You see the pathetic loser with their indicator on, the flashes pleading with you to let them in. In time with the orange flashing you think "Fuck-You. Fuck-You. Fuck-You." They ain't getting in. Then something to your left catches your eye. You glance across, ready to begin the head shaking. It's a hottie driving the car. And she smiles at you. There's only one thing you can do. You raise your hand and gesture with your hand "on you go" as you ease off and let a space open up in front of you. You let her in...