Young at heart

As I was leaving the skating rink parking lot today some guy in a Jeep Cherokee nearly ran into the side of me. I had to slam on my brakes to avoid him. He then laid on the horn as if I had done something wrong and shook his fist at me. Taking his proper place behind me he continued to honk his horn and shake his fist.

Now, if there’s one thing I know for sure, you should never honk your horn at someone ahead of you. I had to put my brakes on again and he nearly ran into the back of me. When I stopped at the lights, he came up beside me and, wait for it… flipped me the chicken. Isn’t that nice? I was so enlightened by his response.