so, i'm driving to work - a term i use loosely - the other morning and am waiting to make a right on red. cars are whooshing by on the expressway, and I decided that rather than turn into incoming traffic and risk death, I'll wait until a break in traffic or the light turns green to go.turns out, this is completely unacceptable with the fat man driver behind me. he lays on his horn for a good ten seconds. when I finally do pull out, he pulls out right on my tail and gets up next to me, rolls down his window, and is screaming and shaking his head. i just ignore him. and let it go. sure - a little road rage affects us all now and then, but fat man has got a screw loose. clearly.
fast forward about 20 minutes. i hear a blaring horn, again. and i'm pretty sure its fat man, even though he fell behind me in traffic, oh, about 19 minutes ago. i look to find the honking culprit, and guess who?!? its fat man. he has both hands off the wheel, giving me a double bird. 20 minutes later? really, fat man? does this power trip make you feel better than i didn't risk death for you?
so, i gave him the appropriate response. no, i didn't honk or give him a double bird back. instead, i smiled, waved, and blew him a kiss. if i thought he was rageful before, i was mistaken. face turned purple. veins bulged. his steering wheel looked like it was about to come loose from his death grip. at which time fat man literally almost drove off the bridge into the river. and i felt better.
