..and there was USPS truck and someone ahead of me stopped to give the driver the letter.
I wasn't entirely happy but I stopped and waited patiently until this was done.
All of sudden I see old rusty Volvo coming in inches near my right side trying to squezze in between me and the truck and the car that stopped.
So I turn around and ask the driver nicely: "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" His response: "What the fuck you are doing?".
OK, car ahead of me moves on. I move on.
Dumbfuck in Volvo turns on all his pitiful horses and before long he is ahead of me and then he hits breaks trying to force me to hit him.
Of course I stop on time, and then pass him by and teliling him that first of all, he is a sick puppy, and second, I am going to call the police.
Dumbfuck turns red and tries to unplug his seat belt.
Needless to say, I just drive away.
What do you guys think?
Should I have been entering a fight like a real man?
But everything else is true.