I ran into one of those today at lunch. I waited for some time to try to turn left across the 4 lane road to get to Pals' for lunch. I had to make a quick turn across the bypass, and across to Pal's in front of a pickup truck, who pulled in line behind me.
I got in line, and the guy behind me sat down on his horn. I looked in the rearview mirror, and he was giving me the finger and he looked like he was having a stroke. I opened the door, stepped out and calmly said "what's the problem?" I really didn't think that I had done anything wrong. In his best low class Brooklyn accent, he called me a f***in idiot, told me I f***in cut him off, all for a f***in burger, and then told me to get back in my f***in car. He was totally out of control.
If I wasn't 70 (he looked about 30), I probably wouldn't have gotten back in my f***in car. I just laughed, got back in my car, pulled out of line, and went to Bojangles. One of these days, he will pull that with redneck hothead, and get his brains blown out. I only wish I could be there to see it. Life was much better with New York a-holes moving in here.