It was lunchtime, heading out of Bedford, the turn arrow into Sunnyside had already turned red for you (Mr. Big Man). I had the nerve to hit my horn as I started to proceed legally in my lane when you made your turn. You really think that leaning pretty much into the passenger seat to wave your finger (middle of course) while screaming something intimidated the likes of me??? I was merely pointing out to be careful next time you try to run a red light. It may not be so pretty.
Merry Christmas, you lunatic. —Mr. Iguessyoushowedme