Nice Try Buddy

I'm home from another day at SPU for my summer class (writing this post instead of my paper, I may add).

I had another fun commuting incident today. 

I was going North on I-5 at about 20 mph (come on people this is Seattle, traffic is terrible) when a car to my right cut into my lane. Now ... I was going pretty slow, but this guy cut into me like he didn't even so me (I figured it was an accident since he didn't use his turning signal). 

"No problem!" I thought. I've done that before and felt terrible when I've changed lanes and didn't see a car in my blind-spot. 

Oops. 

No biggie.

As he swerved his car one more lane to the left (to get into the HOV lane), he rolled down his window. "Oh boy!" I thought. This was going to be good. I figured he'd wave me off as a kind gesture of saying "So sorry for cutting into you. My bad." And I envisioned myself kindly waving back "No big deal ... have a great day!"

Not this guy (I refrained myself from not typing 'Not this piece of work.'). 

He stuck his left hand out the window, and raised his plump middle finger at me. Okay, so the 'plump' description isn't really needed, but it makes me feel better, and it is true. He had plump fingers. I'm only telling the truth.

I didn't do anything back. I actually just sat there thinking "How sad for him." He wanted to leave me feeling bad for his actions? No thanks man. You don't have that power over me.

Nice try though!