I know what you mean. Two weeks ago on Sunday I was almost hit by a speeding truck. I was in the far right lane, and he swerved onto my front bumper trying to come around me onto a bridge from the right. He almost clipped the side of my car where my wife was sitting, and would have if I didn't jam the brakes. I gave him the instantaneous finger and a loud 'arsehole' as he looked into his sideview mirror to see the result of his shenanigans.
You would think this guy was in a hurry with his driving, but he managed to take the time to follow me into a Lowe's parking lot and get out of his truck. Well, I thought, here we go...
I think he decided against it when I got out of my car and he saw that I was significantly larger than he was. His pace slowed and he started explaining that some Mexicans wouldn't let him in so he had to "juice it" to get into the lane before the bridge. I let him finish, let him stare at me for a second, then watched him walk away, get into his truck and leave. I figured there was no use in telling him that hitting the gas instead of the brakes put me and my wife in danger.
I can't believe this guy would take the chance of following someone like that. I could have had a knife, gun, or at worse we could have both been hurt in an altercation (which I'm fairly sure would have gone my way).
But the lesson here is that I shouldn't have lost my temper and flipped the bird. Sometimes it's hard to control those emotions, but they can lead to trouble if not left in check.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Pinkey?"
"I think so Brain, but me and Pippy Longstockings, I mean, what would the children look like?"