One afternoon, I’m going to visit family near Dallas. My boyfriend is driving, and my mother is in the back seat. We’re on a 4
lane, divided highway, and the speed limit is 70. We are in the left lane,
and approach a woman in a sedan, doing about 60. After waiting for traffic
to clear in the right lane in order for us to get around her, we do so. We
see that she’s talking animatedly on a cell phone. My boyfriend shoots
her a dirty look and goes on around her, and gets back in the left lane.
Seconds later, she’s barreling down on us. She whips around us, passing
us on the right, and as she goes by, I see that she has her shirt pulled up, and
her bare breast pressed against the window! I’m shocked and appalled, to
say the least, and more so when I see 3 children under the age of 12 in the back
That’s class lady, way to set an example.
My father-in-law's temper can be volatile, and his road rage
just takes the cake. One day we were waiting in line to exit the ferry as it
arrived in Seattle. I never have seen cars off-load from the ferry the same way
twice. But father-in-law always knows best, and jumped out of the vehicle when
he saw what he thought was the "wrong way" to off-load the vehicles
from the ferry (in other words, "his row" was not first to exit). We
all sat in disbelief and embarrassment as he waved his arms and screamed at the
ferry attendant that he was doing his job wrong. We have no idea what the ferry
worker said back but we could see that he handled it well. Father-in-law just
stormed back to the car, where mother-in-law calmly closed her eyes and said to
him, "You will never do that again."
We were driving back from the coast and had to use a round
about to take a road back to the highway and we were turning left and getting
off at the second exit when this white utility pulls out over the line on the
next entry to turn onto the round about and just about hits us as we were
already on it. He jumped onto the horn and was yelling at me and my boyfriend
(who was driving) and screamed out onto the roundabout and off at the same exit
When the road opened up to two lanes, he sped up and pulled in
front of us and almost ran us off of the road – flipping us off and swearing
– he was pretty irate! His face was totally like a tomato! We kept going on
this long stretch and this guy would get back into the right lane, while we
stayed on the left, and kept trying to take us off the road and stop us on the
shoulder. He managed to block us off after the 4th try of pulling in front of us
and we almost rolled due to the speed and drop off of the side of the road. He
got out, walked up to our window and started yelling – we had the window up
and just drove off. He got back in, tried to follow us but almost ran up the
behind of another car whilst trying to get back in front of us!!!
All of this because he didn’t follow the roundabout rule of
give way to your left – MANIAC!!
I love your site, of course, although too much reading of it
makes me despair of human nature!
Anyway, I have a parking story. Now I *hate* to go to malls,
but I especially hate them around Christmastime as the parking is so dreadful.
One day my son and daughter-in-law wanted to go to eat, and we had agreed to
meet my DiL's parents at a restaurant we all like. However the restaurant
happens to be at a mall, and it was not until we were driving there that I
realized it was Christmas shopping season. I groaned a bit, but too late as no
way to contact her parents en route and suggest somewhere else.
Well, we get to the mall, which happens to have several
elevated multi-deck parking lots that don't adjoin one another, rather than
large flat lots like most malls. We enter the lot nearest the restaurant we
want, and I drive through the entire lot, all five levels, and there is not ONE
single free parking spot, and lots of cars all cruising around the lot. I HATE
that sort of situation, and after reaching the top with no luck, began driving
back down. Well, as we did I noticed a couple going to their car, and no one
else had spotted them yet! So we followed them, and when they reached their car
we stopped, and put on our turn indicator blinker to show we were waiting for
Now, when a mall is crowded and I see someone waiting for my
spot I make it point to exit the spot as quickly as possible, but these people
took forever and we patiently waited as we had little choice. But in the
meantime one of those little Austin Mini-Cooper cars came flying from the
opposite direction, with three young teenagers in it, a young boy driving, and
two girl passengers. They saw the couple getting into the car, and so they ALSO
stopped and eyed the parking place. I caught their eye, and pointed to the
space, and to my turn indicator, to indicate that we had been there first (for
five minutes already!) and were waiting for the space. The three of them all
just giggled hysterically and ALSO pointed into the space.
Well, when the car finally began to back out it backed out in
such a direction that the kids in the Mini-Cooper were able to reach it first,
and while the parked car was still backing (and completely blocking my way) the
kids in the Mini-Cooper whipped into the spot, still giggling hysterically over
what a fast one they had pulled, and looking at me and my passengers with
smirking looks. My son was livid with rage, but he didn't use obscenity, and
just got out of our car and said that perhaps those young people had not
realized we were waiting for the space (yeah, right). Again they all just
giggled like it was the best joke in the world, and the young boy driving just
said, "Yeah, but *we* got it!"
Well, it so happened I also had a cousin in the car with me.
My son is a well-built young man in his early 20's, 200 pounds but with a
33-inch waist, and who works out, but my cousin is a very *large* man, 6'3"
and about 300 pounds, in his early 30's, who also works out strenuously at the
gym every day. He got out of our car also, and walked over to the young people,
and he and my son stood on each side of the Mini-Cooper. My cousin just said,
also mildly, "Well have a nice time looking for your car after you're done
shopping then, because as soon as you go into the mall we're going to pick it up
and carry it right out of this space so we can park in the spot we've been
waiting for". At that point the boy driving the Mini-Cooper began spouting
obscenities at us and gave us the finger, but my son and cousin both just stood
there next to his car, and after a string of obscenities he put his car in
reverse and did pull out of the spot, and went roaring away with squealing
tires, burning rubber.
We then pulled into the spot, and met my DiL's parents inside
who had also just parked, but with less incident than we had had. However I have
never been near a mall at holiday time again, and hope never to have to be!
Maybe we were in the wrong too, but when someone pulls something so blatant it's
hard to keep your cool.
I was on my way to dinner with a few friends of mine in
downtown Chicago. I was on LSD (Lake Shore Drive) approaching Chicago Avenue. I
had to make a left onto Chicago, and needed to get into the left lane. Traffic
was moving rather slowly, as it does in any city at 5pm on a Friday. The weather
was beautiful, had the windows open, couldn't be better. I put my signal on, as
I always do, and tried to get over into the left lane. This old Toyota didn't
seem to want me to get into to his lane. Well, I sped up and had enough room and
I merged (this is city driving). Well, he wasn't too happy, so this idiot lays
on his horn, flashes his brights, flips me the bird while yelling stuff out his
window. I can hear him with my windows open. So I just throw my hands up, like
"What do you want, your the one who didn't want to let me in."
Well, Chicago was still slightly up there and traffic was
moving slowly in the left lane, so he changed lanes to the right, passed me, and
then tried to enter my lane without a signal. So, me, being the idiot I am,
decide I'm not letting him in. Well, he does it the "Chicago Way" and
just enters my lane. I do the same to him, lay on the horn a bit, but no
yelling, no flashing brights, none of that. Well, then he slams on the brakes
for no reason (traffic was even starting to clear up in front of him). I then
lay on the horn, flash my brights. He starts laying on his own horn (what good
does that do, he's in front of me) and starts yelling out the window, again with
the windows open I can hear him slightly, so I yell back, and ride his ass
the entire way to Chicago Ave. Perhaps, it wasn't the best thing to do,
especially when your driving a new car, and the guy in front of you would love
some insurance money.
That was a pretty rude, dumb and dangerous
response to someone else's rudeness.
I was driving home from work late one night, and had to go
along a road that passes under a rail bridge. Whilst going under this bridge the
road changes from 2 lanes to 1 lane each way. Typically I don't have to worry
about letting people in or being let in, as I work the graveyard shift, and
generally I am one of a few people on the roads at that time. This night for
some reason there were quite a few cars on the road, and while going under the
bridge, people usually go car from one lane car from the other lane. As I let
the car next to me pull in to go under the bridge, I proceeded to drive forward.
At this point, the car behind the car I had let in, pulls in, the only warning I
had of him doing this was the flash of his headlights, as I swerved onto the
other side of the road to avoid collision. Thankfully there was not any cars
coming through, so I pulled quickly back in, after he had got in front of me.
The car behind me beeped their horn as it occurred, so I was relieved someone
else had seen what had happened.
About 1 minute later, we had to pull up at a red light. The
guy that had cut in, jumps out of his car, comes running up to my window (which
in my fear I had somehow managed to get up) and yells at me. The person behind
me is flashing their lights and beeping their horn. I am petrified. He then runs
back to his car, grabs something and comes charging back. He is hitting my
window but I am refusing to look, and then I realize why I can hear him so well,
I have left my sunroof open. I quickly go for the switch but make the mistake of
looking up at the open sunroof. The insane guy leans right over the roof and
then I realize in his hand he is holding a hunting knife. I am shaking, but
manage to get the roof shut before he is able to do anything. The lights change
and he runs back to his car, I am relieved thinking it is all over. I slow right
down to put space between he and I. The car behind me passes slowly, and
gestures if I am okay. I nod, but motion for them to pass me. I continue on
home, and about 5 minutes from my house, I notice a car pull out from a side
street I have just passed, and sped up rapidly behind me. I am certain it is the
same guy, so I put my foot flat to the floor, with the intention of heading to a
police station ASAP. The flashing blue lights behind me were the most treasured
event to occur at that point!! After I had expelled all the terror I felt with a
gush of tears, the policemen explained to me that the car that had passed me,
had called the police on their car phone, explaining what they had seen. They
had also taken down the license plate (what I had failed to do) and the police
eventually got the man, all thanks to some lovely strangers that showed me that
consideration still exists on the roads.
I'm a genealogy buff and drove about 80 miles to a historical
library to do some research. Just before getting to the library, I had to turn
left at a light, then move over two lanes to turn right onto a street that led
to the parking lot.
I did so, and checked my rear-view mirror. To my surprise, my
entire mirror was filled up with the grotesque visage of a woman whose face was
twisted with rage. She looked like a gargoyle. I had no idea where she came from
or what her problem was. I turned right; she turned right. I turned into the
parking lot; so did she. I traveled down one lane of the lot; she tail-gated me.
I found a parking space and turned into it; she stopped her truck right behind
my car, blocking me in.
I didn't know what to do. I wasn't about to get out of my car.
Who knew what her problem was, or whether or not she had a weapon? So I started
my car alarm, which made my horn honk annoyingly. There was no one else in the
lot, so I just sat there with the horn honking.
Eventually, she drove away, went to the next aisle and parked
facing me. She just sat, glaring menacingly at me. I was baffled, and simply
sat, pretending to fiddle with some papers. After a few minutes she got out of
her truck and went into the building.
When I was sure she was inside, I got out of my car, went into
the building, opened the first door I saw and called the police. When they
arrived, I went outside and told them what had happened, described the woman and
one of them went into the building.
He fetched her outside and told me that she said I'd cut her
off. I didn't have any idea when or how this had happened, though I figured it
out much later, after thinking about it awhile. When I turned left, she was in
the go-straight lane without a turn indicator on and I reasonably assumed she
was going to go straight. However, she turned left, too, and I must have moved
over into her lane just when she was about to speed up and I got in her way. My
fault, really, for thinking anyone who was going to turn left would be in the
left turn lane and would have a blinker going.
Anyway, the police told me I'd done the right thing and gave
her a huge lecture, saying she took an awful chance because I might have had a
gun or other weapon and she could have gotten hurt. I didn't have any weapons,
but if I had and she had come up to my car window, I felt threatened enough that
I might have felt I needed to defend myself.
Her excuse? She said she was just going to talk to me. Yeah,
right. Like a lion is just going to talk to you before it eats you.
My second submission! I keep remembering new things--
We live in a capital city, but traffic is usually not awful. Rush hour is more
dangerous than normal, but any delays are usually do more to stupid/selfish
drivers than to volume of traffic. The worst example ever-- Downtown five lane
street, one of only two ways to the interstate from the city; three right lanes,
two of these are outbound and one veers off (with a dividing, tall median) and
turns back into the city. Most people are intelligent enough to pick their
lane and stick with it; merging at rush hour is usually difficult and certainly
delays traffic for everyone else.
Well. A few weeks ago, I'm driving along, trying to avoid
a ratty fifteen passenger van in the far left lane with questionable
characters hanging out of those windows which weren't painted shut. Nice. the
first quarter of my station wagon overlapped the rear quarter of their
van when, with less than a hundred yards before the median-- with NO turn
signal, they start merging into me! My horn wasn't working at the time, and I
was trying to slow down quickly enough, when one of the protruding men turned
around and started waving me back... just laughing!-- still no signal! They did
the same thing to the car in the next lane before barely clearing the median.
The ridiculous thing is that they had at least half a mile to decide to change
lanes. Why they did it at the last minute (risking many lives, or at least
vehicles) is beyond me.
Driving in rush hour traffic in the middle of Boston is never
any fun. I think we all share the notion that, in order to get anywhere, we have
to drive like complete nut jobs. Well for one reason or another one particular
driver didn't realize this, some months back. I was driving down busy Mass Ave
and needed to get in the far right lane, me being in the left. I check my
mirror, everything is clear, so I think. I scoot over and notice I cut off a
little pick up truck. This was slightly dangerous, however I obviously had
plenty of room NOT to hit him. But all the same I felt horrible. I tried my
best to let him know it was a complete accident with hand gestures and sorrowful
faces in the rearview, but he wasn't having any of this. His face was fire
engine red, fists shaking, middle fingers up, horns blowing, voice screaming.
These actions alone were enough to be ridiculous, as this is BOSTON during RUSH
HOUR, things like this have to be expected. But a minute or so later
we come to a red light, he's still behind me. I check my rearview and watch him
jump out of his truck, run full force to my drivers side, and start banging on
my window!! I forgot to mention, I'm a 20 yr old, fairly petite woman. This
man had to have been about 45 with a construction workers build. All I could do
was lock my doors and look at him in horror, but mostly disgust as he screamed
profanities and banged on my window. By the time I really realized what was
going on, the light had turned green and I was off, leaving him standing in the
middle of Mass Ave. I don't know if this
counts as road rage or just pure insanity.
Hi, Jeanne! Your stories have been great entertainment
to a lowly work study faced with tedious tasks that require little thought, so
it's nice to have something so interesting (and mind-boggling) to read while I'm
And on the subject of reading, it was while going through the
Road Rage section that I realized I had another story to send.
Several years ago, a friend offered to drive me home from work
(while this is a small town, home was nearly a 30 minute walk, and though I
don't mind, the courtesy is welcome after being on my feet all day). I was
looking at something she had bought for a young relative of hers, when I hear a
horn behind us, the screech of tires, and the crunch of metal and plastic. Of
course, the crunch was accompanied by a sudden jerk, from the impact of R's car
hitting one in front of us.
Even though I hadn't been paying attention, it was obvious
what had happened. We were on the left side of the road (a two-lane one-way),
and the car in the right lane had decided they wanted to turn onto a street on
the LEFT. That's right, smack in front of my friend's car - we were in the other
vehicle's blind spot, and the other driver didn't bother to turn her head and
Well, we go a bit along the street where the other car wanted
to turn, both cars park, and all four of us - the other car had a driver and a
passenger, and I'd be surprised if both girls were over 18 - pile out to look at
the damage. R's right headlight is shattered, the fender is scrunched, and there
is some damage to the hood. The other car has a pretty good dent behind the left
Immediately the two girls start begging R, "Please don't
call the police, I left my insurance card at home on the kitchen table, it's a
brand new car, I'll get in trouble, please don't call the police, my parents
will kill me!"
Of course, R says she's going to, because she wants to get the
insurance settled. So, she asks the pair if either have a cell phone. Nope,
neither do, and R walks across the street to a restaurant and calls to report
A few minutes later, R comes out, and I turn to see the two
girls huddled by their car... talking on a cell phone. Needless to say, R was
even more irritated. A bit more time passes, and eventually a police car pulls
Okay, I admit, most policemen are good guys; I've met several
in this town. But we happen to get the ONE bad apple in our bunch, and boy, did
he make up for being the only one. He saunters over, looks at the cars, looks at
us, and says, "So, anyone want to tell me what happens?"
Everyone glances at each other for a moment, and when the
silence stretched, I started to talk, only to be interrupted by Jerk-cop.
"Are you a driver?"
"No, I was her passenger."
"Well, I don't want you to talk, I only need to hear from
the drivers." Never mind the 'anyone' request, of course.
So, R decides to tell what happens. "We were driving, and
their car came--"
"Came from where? Did it fall straight down out of the
sky?" Jerk-cop again, of course.
This went on for about fifteen minutes. I don't remember much
more of the conversation, only that it was more of the same rudeness,
patronizing, and sarcasm. They got it straightened out, without either of us
having to deal much with the two girls.
A while later, I met R again - she had left our employer to
work somewhere else - and I asked her what happened with the insurance.
Turns out, the two girls had dug themselves in deeper. They
didn't have insurance on the car, at all. When R's insurance company talked to
them, they said it was all R's fault, that she was speeding (on a 25 mph road)
and had swerved into them. When their inspector looked at the angle of the
damage, the tire marks on the road, et cetera, he had quickly realized they were
lying. Of course, R had made sure they knew about the cell phone, too.
She ended up getting a pretty decent settlement from the
accident, more than enough to fix the damage of the car. As for the two girls, I
neither know nor care what happened to them - though Jerk-cop is still around,
and still being himself, unfortunately.
Oh, goodie! A place to vent a little frustration regards the
loonies the DMV issues licenses to because...well, I don't why. I have lived in
my city for eighteen years now and the driving just gets worse and worse.
Until I moved here, I was unaware of what must be a new
technological feature for cars. That would be the button that, when the driver
behind you hits his horn, causes YOUR car to levitate into the air, allowing him
to drive under you (and, I presume, do the same thing to all the other drivers
stuck in traffic ahead of him. My car and my friends' cars do not have this
device and have become sources of great irritation to other drivers in the city.
Case In Point One: I was carpooling with a friend. One morning
there was an accident on the (very, very, very) busy street that led to our
workplace. We could not go forward. We could not go back. There were no side
streets and no places for wriggle room.
Behind us pulls Mr. Big Car and No Time. He begins to lay on
the horn. And shake his fist. And his middle finger. He can SEE the forty two
police cars, the ambulances and the rescue workers, can't he? He can see the
other cars backed up into infinity, right? And yet he lay on that horn and
cursed and howled and waved those middle fingers until we were finally allowed
to move ahead a little bit at a time. Then stop again. (And again he lay on the
horn, shook the middle fingers and we could see his mouth going a mile a minute
in what must have been special, arcane ritual words to make the whole thing
disappear.) And this continued to happen for another forty five minutes and two
Case In Point Two: this happened a lot more recently. The
weather this year was very bad and on one particular Thursday afternoon, we were
thrilled when a freak blizzard closed the city down. We couldn't shut down until
3 p.m., but hey, that's something, right? Most likely it would have made more
sense for them to shut us down at the usual time because EVERYONE was going home
at three. Well, everyone but me. My boss kept me standing there complaining
about my co-workers for another forty five minutes (then had the nerve to tell
me to enjoy my free time...)
Well, every street in the city had problems as far as possibility
(is that even a word?) goes. From where I work I could see the highway was a big
parking lot, so I figured I would need to go across town to get home. I started
up the main route, only to have to turn off because of snow plows and drifts.
The next street was cut off because of a fender bender. Finally, I got to
another main artery and had to crawl and crawl because the police had cordoned
off the access ramp to the highway (never did find out what that was about:
there were rescue trucks, zoo trucks and ambulances all over the place, but
there was no accident or flashing lights. We sat in line for another forty five
minutes...and that was when the idiot drove up behind the person behind me.
What is it about large soft white men with greasy hair and
thick glasses that they become total morons when it snows? Or when traffic slows
down? He promptly laid on the horn at the woman behind me. Forget that there is
a cop directing traffic and only allowing a few cars thru at a time. Can he not
see all the cars, the barricades and the pile ups on all four sides? Yes, but it
doesn't matter: he has one of those special car devices that should make all our
cars levitate when he blows his horn, but we are all too stupid to have
purchased the complimentary device that will allow our cars to react to his
The woman behind me got out and, I guess, explained this to
him. Or she pointed out the barricade and the fact that there were no other
streets to turn on. He flipped her the bird, cursed her out and continued to
honk the horn.
Finally, it was our turn and we started to move, very slowly,
through the intersection. The woman behind me turned left (lucky girl) and I got
stuck with HIM. Despite the ice, the spin outs, the cars sliding off to the
sides, this guy continued to ride my trunk and lean on the horn. Finally, we
came to a very slight incline. At the top of the incline a car was stuck,
spinning his wheels. The poor driver would back up a little, move forward,
and--get stuck. Mr. Sensitivity leaned on the horn and displayed his right
middle finger. I put my hands up in a "shrug" ("What do you want
me to do? I can't go anywhere.") A couple of cars ahead of me passed the
stuck car on the right, so I followed them and--you guessed it--got stuck, too.
Now, he's really being helpful. The horn just goes constantly. I got out of the
car and tried to get at my trunk where I may have had some kitty litter. He
continued to honk and curse and wave his arms around. I looked at h him, opened
my palms up to show I was doing all I could. He honked some more. I wasn't going
anywhere near him, believe me.
Finally, still honking the horn, he reared back, hit the gas
and drove up ON THE SIDEWALK to my right. Yes, I had had it and I presented him
with my extended right middle finger. (Not mature, not intelligent and certainly
not recommended for a situation involving a nut job, but sometimes, the
frustration is so high you just forget all your civilized manners.) Not to
worry, though, as he drove 'round me, he not only matched my extended middle
finger with his left (which had been in evidence for nearly an hour now) he also
stuck his tongue out and LICKED THE WINDOW OF HIS CAR as he drove by. Perhaps
that is some secret signal in creepdom.
The story has a happy ending for me. Two guys pulled up on to
the next side street, got out of their truck and helped both me and the guy who
were stuck. I'd love to end this with some well deserved Karmic revenge, but Mr.
Hornblower disappeared into the snow and I haven't seen him since. I'm guessing
his life is so unhappy it gives him pleasure to make others more so...but what
an awful way to live your life!
Living in California, I have seen a lot
of road rage. I am a little ashamed of this story, as it is about a couple
friends of mine. Magee and Cheryl were out running errands one day and they
noticed a lady in back of them following closely and honking. After a couple
honks they start yelling at the lady, cursing her and using obscene hand
gestures. This did not slow the lady down at all, she continued honking and
waving at them. My friends are getting more and more upset and their curses
became more intense. The lady finally caught up with them at a stop light. This
little old lady got out of her car, walked up to Magee, the driver, and told him
that she was trying to tell them that a set of their keys were hanging out of
the trunk. They apologized profusely, but felt very small.
Driving the Autobahn one day between Frankfurt and Kitzingen,
I was passing a truck in my little Austin Mini, precursor to the Mini
Cooper. The Austin Mini is small, folks. In this vehicle, while
driving at speed, I could manually roll down the passenger-side window.
Small. Didn't like hills much either, and at that moment, we hit the
Spesart Mountains. I was half past a truck and was making time,
until I slowed down. I still managed to pass him but delayed (by
countless, soul-tearing seconds!) several vehicles behind me. One vehicle,
an Audi, slowed as they passed me on the left and, LEANING on his horn, the
driver gave me three gestures: Half the peace sign (not the forefinger),
pointed to his skull vigorously ("Idiot!") and put his palm to his
temple and eyes ("Driving with blinders!"). He was steamed.
His wife was mortified.
In Germany, three things are pretty much verboten,
morally and legally: Insult (fines probable, especially putting down
someone's intelligence), inappropriate use of the horn (falls under Insult, I
think) and running out of fuel on the Autobahn (Fines? Think
"toast") Guess who I saw roadside about 15 kilometers
later? Pulled up in front of him with my US Army license plate quite
noticeable and figured on the perfect way to fix his wagon and teach this jackanapes
a lesson. I keep 10 liters (~2 1/2 gallons) of gas in my trunk. I
took it out, went to the passenger side window out of traffic flow and
asked him "Benzin, Herr?" (Gasoline, sir?) He just stared
forward, grinding his teeth. The wife answered "Ja, bitte."
(Yes, please.) The fuel door was thankfully on the right so I put in the
gas out of traffic flow, went to the wife's window and said with as warm a smile
as I could muster, "Sie sind fertig, Herr, Frau. Schoen Tag und auf
wiedersehen!" (You're ready, sir, ma'am. Have a nice day and I'll see
you later!") Pulling away, I could hear the wife finally
blowing up in the driver's ear. I'm not sure if this would qualify
for the "Insult" part of the German legal code, but a fourth rule
was broken by me: With the exception of road workers and a few others,
you're not allowed to walk on or by the Autobahn or stop to help. I'll
keep his secrets if he'll keep mine!... Dang, I miss Germany!
I was driving down a local street in Oakland, CA a few years
ago. I didn't know the area very well, so I must have been driving a little
slower than usual. The guy behind me was being a real jerk, honking his horn and
tailgating me. So I moved over a little to allow him to pass. As he passed, I
flipped him off. (Not the best move!) Uhh, no, it
He proceeded to cut in front of me, park his car in the middle
of the road (I was trapped!). Out comes this very big, tall guy. He comes over
to my window and yells at me: "DO YOU WANT ME TO BREAK OFF THAT
FINGER??!?!? I'LL BREAK YOUR F-ING FINGER OFF!!!" etc, etc.
Needless to say, I was terrified and vowed never to flip
anyone off again, no matter how rudely they are behaving.
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