Fun With Road Rage

I'm driving home from work just a few minutes ago. Traffic is kind of stop-and-go, so when this guy wants to merge in front of me, I slow down and let him in. I can see his face framed perfectly in his side view mirror, and he is cussing me out. Which is understandable since I'm the nasty bitch who just slowed down and let him in.

His tantrum is so ridiculous that I just can't take him seriously, so I grin really wide at him and give him a big friendly wave. This turns him from pissy little dickhole into absolutely enraged dickhole. He sticks his hand out the window and flips me off, so I give him two big thumbs up. He's still ranting at me, so I grin again and give him the "OK" sign.

At this point he just loses it and flings this water bottle out the window. Which kind of scares me because littering is, like, so intimidating. Of course I start obviously cracking up, so he can't take it anymore, changes lanes, and zooms away - in what I'm sure was an impressively threatening manor.

I had no idea jackasses could be so much fun.

Yield. To. Ramp. Mother. Fucker.

You may have noticed these things called "signs." They are intended to provide you with instructions to follow as you are driving. For example, if a "sign" states "Yield to Ramp" that means if you are driving down the access road, and a car is coming down the exit ramp (as referenced on said "sign") to join you on the access road, you will be expected to *yield* to that car.

If you don't know what yield means, I am not going to explain it to you. Please turn in your drivers license and proceed to purchase a comfortable pair of walking shoes. I don't even want to see you on a bicycle. A bicycle might dent my car when I run over your non-yielding ass.