Reply #5: Once, long ago

[lazarus]

in rural Alabama, I was headed to work. Slowly, because of the rednecks in front of me who needed to pull out RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME in their pick-em-up truck.

Once I got to a decent passing lane on this back country road, I passed them. I looked in the rear view mirror, and they were both flipping ME off.

So I slowed down. So did they. I sped up. So did they. We played this game for a couple of miles, then I started to seriously slow down. They slowed down even more, getting further back. I finally came to a complete stop and got out of my car.

They pulled off the side of the road, executed a very fast three point turn, and took off.

Damn, that felt good.

OTOH, I still don't understand why a jerk ran a red light, almost crashing me, while his girlfriend was flipping me off. Had I not had my daughter, I'd have followed them.

I did that once, too. Guy ran a red light, cutting me off and almost causing me to crash. I followed him. For twenty minutes. I could tell he wanted to go home, but was afraid to, because he kept going around and around in the same neighborhood. Heh heh heh...