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Originally Posted by Trample the Elderly
I was riding down the road in NC once in the slow lane. So this guy gets on my bumper and starts flashing his lights. I could see him swearing up and down in the rear-view mirror. So finally he passes me, cussing and giving me the finger. 15 minutes later I see the state troopers have pulled someone over and guess who it is? That's right, the speeder. I slowed down, honked the horn, and waived. It felt so good.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
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That reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine:
He was driving in the left lane, and needed to get over to the right to make a turn, but there were lots of people in the right lane. The lady next to him wouldn't let him in and was so busy yelling and pointing at him that she didn't realize the car in front of her had stopped. She hit the car, and since they had to assess the damage, exchange info, etc., my buddy was able to get right over and make his turn.