I kind of enjoyed parts of it.

Traffic was miserable today, so we took an alternate route home. Along this route, there's a point where the left lane ends and merges into the next lane. It's well marked, you're well warned it is coming up. There's always one "special" person, though, who feels he or she should be able to ride that lane until the last possible second and then bully their way into the lane regardless of the placement of other cars.

Today, that guy really wanted to cut me off.

It was a rainy, icky day and I was in no mood. I held my lane and used the horn to express my displeasure as he tried to force his way into my lane by making me think my only other choice was to be side-swiped.

It worked.

I won.

I kept my lane and he began to rant and rave behind me. He went so far as to lean his head out of his car window to scream and yell at me. 

I smiled and waved in the rear view mirror.

He tried to pull up on my right to cut me off, but he was in a dinky little Honda Civic and I was in my Matrix with the rather powerful Toyota Celica engine. While he was next to me ranting and raving, my fellow carpooler smiled and waved. Apparently, the only part of his rant my passenger could make out was this guy demanding that I pull over so he could either beat or shoot me (not sure which).

All of this left me thinking 

(a) who would be dumb enough to pull over and let this guy beat or shoot them? 

(b) what kind of man threatens a small woman in a car?

(c) how bad would he look on the side of the road threatening a five-foot pregnant woman (who looks about nineteen)?

(d) how much of a jackass would he have felt like when his first swing landed him on the pavement and not because of the  six-foot man riding in the car with me?