When a fat guy buys a Z3, he's pretty much admitting a lack of personal responsibility, but still wants to get laid. Now, while the lack of personal responsibility is kind of disappointing, the upside of this kind of person is that they tend to be very bad at overcoming their monkey brains.
So I'm in line to turn right onto Russell from the airport connector. I leave a car length open ahead of me specifically to lure in jackasses. A fat guy in a Z3 decides to skip the line and wedge in ahead of me. I happen to have the truck in 1st gear, and respond by slamming the throttle and jumping around him, then aiming at his front fender.
The man's monkey brain kicks in and he squeals and scampers up into a tree - meaning he swerved to the left and slammed on his brakes. Monkey brain fear hurt.
So he falls into line behind me and has about 45 seconds to think about the situation. It doesn't take too long for his monkey brain to realize that he just got beat up and won't get the best monkey-nookie partner. So he responds by running higher up the tree and flinging feces at me. Meaning once he gets to the stop sign, he slams his car into gear and roars around me.
That wasn't really something I cared about - I proved my point and won the pissing contest. It was over by the time he got enough balls together to scream at me.
Anyway, due to construction I pulled a u-turn at the next light and turned north onto Maryland (where the Z3 guy had turned left). As I turned onto the street I noticed that he had spun out and broken his car. I probably should've felt sorry for him. But I'm an ass - so I didn't.
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