My boyfriend and I were on the way to his soccer game a couple of weekends ago when we noticed a car slightly ahead of and to the right of us driving erratically. As we got to a red light, we realized that the car had 4 skinny little boys in it -- I'll bet the driver had just turned 16, and the passengers were either newly 16 or younger. They were nothing more than a bunch of little punks in daddy's car who were trying to start a fight with a car stopped to the left of them which had two other young boys inside. As we waited for the light to change, the punk driver hopped out of his car and tried to get the passenger of the other car to step out for a fight. In the middle of Atlanta traffic! Dumba$$! Luckily, the passenger was smart and simply locked the doors and rolled up his window.
When the light turned green, the punks swerved in and out of our lane, trying to make the car in front of us swerve also. The whole time, the 4 kids were hanging out the windows yelling obscenities at the other car.
As soon as he got a chance, my boyfriend sped up so that the little delinquents couldn't get close to the second car again. He also slowed down at the next yellow light, making the kids stop while we and the other car sped through. They were SO pissed.
I took deep satisfaction in the fact that we'd stopped them from bullying - even if just for a few minutes. I wish I'd had a pen and paper for their license plate number. I would have loved to turn the little snots into the police.
UGH! Just thinking about that incident makes my blood boil.