(years ago - 1986 5.0 convertible) - so I accelerated... he couldn't keep up

He pulled up next to me at the red light.
He yelled at me "You don't know who you're F**king with, BUDDY" :hitler:
He must have been in a convertible too, because I was tempted to
walk over, lean over the driver, put my sidearm against the bridge of his
nose, and say "You are right, I don't know who I'm messing with...
why don't you go ahead and tell me about yourself"
But my good judgement got the better of me, and I just let it go.

But MAN, OH MAN, that would have been fun to do! :ot:

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