Road Rage Incident

Last night, someone in a super-sized white pickup-truck with license something like 0203 (more I couldn't discern on account of darkness) slipped a mental gasket about something that remains unclear to me, and began a series of aggressive maneuvers designed to either hit me, run me off the road, or make me swerve.

Yeah, exactly.

Thankfully, I daily witness far more positive human traits than that displayed by the random dirtbag of last evening.