I was driving in to an appointment. On my way I turned on a road I hadn't been on before, as I don't live where my doctor works. Without warning the road went from two lanes to one, and the lane I was in was a forced turn left at a light. The light having JUST turned green I check the lane I needed to be in, and saw there was some space to safely get in as the other cars started to roll forward; I used my momentum to carry me forward, signalled, and came into the lane with much space to spare between the car now behind me.
Lo and behold he slammed on his horn. *rolls eyes* *shakes head*
He then proceeded to tailgate my bumper, to the next light where I had to turn. He turned too, and ripped past me. Cut off the car in front of me withOUT signalling, and sped off.
Fine. Whatever.
Now returning to a road I knew, I knew I had two lanes the whole way and would need to be in the right lane when I got to my appointment. So I moved over.
At the next light there he was, in the left lane... but I could pull up half a car length ahead just to be sure I didn't have to deal with trouble.
Yes, my maneuver was wrong, but I did it safely. No harm, no foul.
But guess what. Someone felt foul, as they threw something out their passenger window at my car.
Hearing the PING! of it off the side, I knew ignoring would piss him off further and show I was trying to ignore him. So I looked over at this big brute of a guy, driving a mini-van, with is passenger window all the way down, grilling me.
I put my hands up like, "What? Get over it."
The light changed, and he ripped off again clearly compensating for his lack of manhood, while driving a mini-van. And now I write about his prickishness because I can.
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