this happened a couple of weeks ago when i was driving home from work.
as everyone knows, the freeways in southern california are horrible! so even though it was 4:30, and the big rush hadn't started yet, there was HEAVY traffic on the freeway.
i was in the second lane and decided to get into the far right lane, because the truck in front of me was gassing me out! a big rig was slowly pulling up, but i had way more than enough room to get in there and for him to stop; he was a good 50 feet away and going like 10mph!
i had my music up pretty loud, and thought i heard a horn... and this is what ran through my head after that... "nah, that couldn't be for me ... uh uh, i know that truck driver did not just blow his horn at me! ... ah hell no muthaf*er!"
(ok, so i have a really bad case of road rage - let's just state that right now)
so once i passed up the delivery truck that was gassing me out in the second lane, i pulled in front of him... just so the big rig trucker would get next to me.
i knew he couldn't see me, because i don't have a sunroof... so i put my right hand on the passenger seat and flipped him off, not even knowing if he was looking.
oh yeah, he was looking alright! haha! this crazy mofo pulled ahead of me, stopped his truck and hung out of his window cussing and spitting and doing some weird gestures with his arms.
so, i looked at him, smiled and waved. haha! everyone that was around us were gaulking at him, not knowing what the hell he was doing, or why. (they hadn't seen me flip him off)
he kept going off, and it started getting annoying, and i got pissed. so i thought, "hey, he's driving a rig, and his company's name is on the side of the truck... maybe i should call his boss and tell him that his driver is making obscene gestures and sexually harrassing me!" haha... ok, so i'm really mean!
but unfortunately, traffic let up in his lane and he merged onto another freeway by the time we got moving... i never was able to get the number off the truck! so i never got my full retalliation...
and that's the end of my story.