Did I Cut You Off?

Me: Eastbound in right lane on Sprague in old faded brown mini SUV. You: pulling up next to me in left lane in new shiny silver mini SUV, honking horn, yelling something (Not too hard to figure out what) & waving your middle finger. My first impulse was to follow when you turned left into the Costco parking lot to ask what the heck you were so angry about. I thought better of it. I still wonder, though. Did I cut you off? I really don't think so.  Was it my bumper stickers? Regardless. You: nasty anger control issues. (You really need to get some help with that.) Me: strangely, feeling a smug perverse satisfaction. (No doubt some maturity issues on my part.) Oh well. Neener, neener.  <|;-)

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