Oh, you just sized me up and thought you didn't want to be behind me at all, even though I was just exiting the Wells Fargo parking lot? So you just made this into some NASCAR shit and sped past me so you could dart down the street ... and then make an itty-bitty right turn on the next stop sign? Didn't want to get stuck behind me for even that long? Asshole.
If I weren't so sick to the point I didn't care, I would ... well, I don't know what I'd do, but I guess I would care more than I hopefully won't some time this evening.
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