Standing at the corner, your good manners take over and you try your best to make an apparent stop so that the car can proceed. Unfortunately, the operator of the vehicle had the same well-behaved upbringing as you. He nods his head and waves his had, excitedly motioning for you to go ahead and take the right of way. You step of the curb hesitantly and that split second was just enough to indicate he should pull on through. You quickly draw back and he takes notice, slamming on his brakes. The dreaded eye contact is made and you feel the tension escalating. In your mind, imagery of Clint Eastwood as the gun slinging bandit, Tuco, pass through your mind. The song from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly quickly becomes your living soundtrack. Just like a duel at high noon you have to act fast. After a quick reset, it begins again. You start the voyage across the seemingly endless highway making certain to stay within the trusty marked lines.
Crisis averted, you make it past the front of his car but out of rage he feels the need to quickly punch the gas and accelerate past like a racer exiting the pits. Necessary? I don't know, but both of us are left with a salty taste and just a bit of animosity.
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