[Dottore]

I'm late leaving the apartment for an early morning meeting with an important new client that has just been referred to me.

I'm driving fairly fast, trying to get to the office on time, when some ass in a big Mercedes comes out of a side street and cuts me off forcing an emergency stop. I am stressed and angry, and sit on the horn, then pull up beside him and give him the finger. He gives me the finger back, and we drive for about two miles making obscene gestures at one another.

Ten minutes later, at the office, the receptionist calls me to tell me my clients are there. I walk into the conference room, and there are three suits waiting for me. One of them—the CEO—is the Mercedes driver!