I just looked at him like he was "special". You know... half sad, half confused.
Every once in a while I'll mess with those type of kids. I'll let them get a little bit ahead, pace them from behind for a while and then floor it. I like the pressure to build up in their bubble of ego before I burst it.
Last night however, I just looked at my gas gauge, the $3.54 price at the corner shell station and just cruised home.