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.