I had a woman following me, blowing her horn for some perceived infraction, all the way through town. Don't know what I did and really didn't care by the time we hit Main St. With traffic backed up. Everyone was stopped dead and she was still blowing the friggin' horn and shaking her fist. So's I get out and ask"Do you have any idea who I am?" And she gives her best snotty "No, And I don't care who the hell you are!" And I say "That's right, you don't , I COULD be a serial killer or a rapist but I'm not. I'm just a guy driving home from a hard day's work who doesn't know what the hell is wrong with you, shall I follow you home to get better acquainted? Or should we just drop it?" She turned as white as a sheet and dropped it. bitch
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