Like Civilized People
Driving home from work yesterday, I changed lanes more abruptly than the guy behind me would have liked. He pulled up next to me at the stoplight; I rolled down my window.
“Your turn signal not working?” he called over.
“It’s fine. I used it when I changed lanes back there.”
“Oh, you did? I must not have seen it. My mistake.”
“I did change lanes pretty abruptly though. I apologize.”
We nodded to each other. The light changed. We drove away, having resolved the problem like civilized people.
I still want to fucking kill that guy.
