You would think that being endowed with both red hair and copious amounts of estrogen that I would be a real fire cracker in traffic. Nothing further from the truth. I'm so laid back in traffic you would swear I was another human being. I think driving in traffic brings out my mellow alter-ego!
My husband, on the other hand, is a whole 'nother story... Day to day, Steve is the nicest guy you would ever meet. Fix a flat tire for anybody, work on the neighbor kids bikes, help out a buddy, you name it.
Then he gets behind the wheel... Good Lord, I do NOT know what happens to the man! He screams and froths at the mouth when people cut him off, drive too slow, etc! He used to have an Isuzu Amigo. I was following him in traffic and some person made the evidently unforgiveable sin of sitting still at the green light. Steve honked, they made the mistake of flipping him off...
Steve's 6'2 and 275 lbs. Most of him was hanging out of the Isuzu red faced and bellowing for the person to pull over an accept a proper ass-whupping... And Steve intended to make good on his offer.
So here's my suggestion. Doesn't matter what they did. Call the police or just let it go entirely because you never know who might be behind the wheel. Worse still, they could very angry AND have a zombie gun!
angela