Ok, so i give the guy the finger right. But then then next stop light turns red. Our cars are like parallel to each other. The old dude and his wife is staring me down like creazy. I could not even look stright at the guy. I try to mess with the readio like nothings going on.
I saw him write something down on his little handy dandy note book. Its probably my # plate. What is going to do? Nothing!
