He almost T-boned me when he whipped around a corner, followed me into a parking lot and tried to side swipe me, then started beeping and leaning out his window and swearing at me. Literally every instinct I had was screaming at me to whack-a-mole his fucking face back into his car, but instead I just shook my head and sat there till he swore that he’d be watching me then drove away.
All in all I think I showed remarkable restraint. A certain someone in my life is inspiring me to be better and less combative, and were it not for her I probably would’ve beat his ass. So, thanks. You know who you are.
See, the toaster had the right idea. To paraphrase Alfred, "some men just want to watch the world burn, because then there won't be any more angry drivers."