This thread reminds me of a story.. Oh wait, the story got told in the first post.
The young punk in the turning lane was screaming at Aaron and motioning that he wanted to fight, I'm not even sure why he wanted to fight, I just happened to notice him in the turning lane with his fists up and his girlfriend crying and screaming and awaiting death, and then Aaron racing him, and squashing his pathetic little Impala, then us getting up to a stop light beside him and him completely blowing the light tires squeeling to get away from us. Funny, he was the one calling us on?
