Went out at lunch time today and got myself a haircut.
On the drive over I had some dipstick riding my ass, which is not surprising. The posted speed limit was 35, so that's what I set the cruise control to once I noticed the nimrod on my tail.
So, when we get to the lights I get in the center lane and the ass-hat gets in the right lane. He proceeds to tell me that, "You drive like a 90 year old lady!".
To which I responded, "Great! That's what I was going for!"
Let me also mention that this pin-head was a young kid driving daddy's Lexus SUV.
I have my fingers crossed that he crashes into a solid, immovable object...