A few days ago, I was driving to work when a pickup (not a jacked-up shiny machomobile, just a mundane pickup) shifted into my lane in front of me, a bit closer than I liked. I hit the horn to say "hey, I'm here!"
Out pops an arm from the driver's window, very energetically giving me a one-finger salute. I think this guy confirms my husband's opinion that users of that gesture in traffic are proclaiming their IQs (or in this guy's case, possibly the size or lack thereof of his, ahem, masculine appendage). Fine, whatever, you're still a bad driver.
Several miles down the road (I was keeping an eye on him due to various unsafe antics), he apparently took note of me again, and felt it necessary to repeat earlier gesturing.
Dude, get over it, already!!!! I honked a horn at you, I didn't accuse you of unnatural acts with mice or something! (smh)
Out pops an arm from the driver's window, very energetically giving me a one-finger salute. I think this guy confirms my husband's opinion that users of that gesture in traffic are proclaiming their IQs (or in this guy's case, possibly the size or lack thereof of his, ahem, masculine appendage). Fine, whatever, you're still a bad driver.
Several miles down the road (I was keeping an eye on him due to various unsafe antics), he apparently took note of me again, and felt it necessary to repeat earlier gesturing.
Dude, get over it, already!!!! I honked a horn at you, I didn't accuse you of unnatural acts with mice or something! (smh)


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