Once again, I let the adrenaline and anger get to me.
There are a bunch of young kids who think they can drive around the neighborhood as the see fit, run stop signs, pass one, two, three cars illegally. A kid in a new Lexus decided to try and pass me today as I was heading towards my parents. Wrong move, I blocked him and then waved at him with my middle finger proudly in the air. At a stop, he decided to go straight as I turned right. Then my mind got the better of me and I turned around and decided to follow him. He freaked and started to try and get away from me. I know the neighborhood like the back of my hand (seems he does not) and I would let him pull ahead of me and lose sight, but would drive down another street and wait for him to pass by. I did this for about 10 minutes, giggling the whole time, staring him down as he passed me and then I'd get right back on his tail. Pretty sure he did not learn from my little lesson, but it was fun anyway and he's now marked, as I know his car from all sides.
Ah, the things that amuse me on a Friday afternoon.