No matter how badly people piss me off on the road, I've learned not to engage. I never flip people off (anymore) and only honk at people if they are about to run me off of the road or something because they don't know I'm there and I need to get their attention.
This morning, a big burley douche bag cut me off. Like REALLY cut me off -- almost hit me. Without thinking, I threw my hands up in the air as a "What the hell was that?!" gesture. He proceeds to start flipping me off and it looked like he was yelling at me in the rear view mirror. When the light we came to turned green, he proceeded to change lanes again and get behind me. When we were at another light, I saw him take out a pen and write down my tag number. The fucker tried to follow me. I didn't turn onto the road that leads to my office because I didn't want him knowing where I work. I started to turn into a parking lot down the road and he followed me. Contd..