Payback is a DEBI, My Rebel Yell Against "The Man"

As a few of you may know, I was given a ticket in December for speeding going 26 MPH.  I was actually going 25 because the 'school zone' near my house is 25MPH.  I saw the school sign and crawled along in front of the school I was passing.  Note: It is actually very difficult to go under 25 MPH, you have to all but stall out and push with your feet like the Flinstones.  Apparently, by that school the speed limit is 20.  A $210.00 ticket later, I drove home with my month undone and sick to my stomach.

Turns out, I had a guardian angel that balmed up this particular wound. 

I should just let it go, but alas, have you met me?

On my way home today, I saw my little 'Christmas Killer'.  There he was again in his dark blue 'stealth box' of radar-ness.  He had actually parked on the other side this time. 

 (mean- old- DAY WRECKER- nit -picker - ticket giver)

I had a few minutes, so I pulled over where he could not see me, around the next curve.

I just parked my 'lil ol' sef' right there beyond his eye line.

Every time a car passed on its way to sure 'ticket-ville',

I flashed my lights

... and had a blast.

Saved some folks from gettin' worked by 'the man'.

WAAAaaaaaaaHaaaaaaaaHaaaaaaaa

I had the same feelin' a few years  ago. 

The exit to our neighborhood can be bothersome if there are large sweeps of traffic.

As I merged one day, a huge granite hauling truck decided he didn't like way I did it.

Okay, so I swung right in front of him. Its my neighborhood, I pay HOA dues, not him.

These trucks are loud, the drivers are generally aggressive.
(FYI ~Tis' entirely possible I am exaggerating about the negative qualities of said truckers, ...)
but...come on, lets finish the story anyway..

He decided to 'teach me' a lesson and pounded the gas and rammed up close to my back bumper, revving and angry and like a giant play ground bully.

I'll admit, it scared me at first.  It did.  I had a rush of adrenaline.

~YET~

Because, well,.... I am not someone you mess with;

Instead of apologetically hitting the gas, I dialed the speedometer down to about 10 mph.

:) WICKED, i know...:) I'm going to H, if I don't hurry and repent :)

Then, I rolled down my window and drummed my fingers alongside the frame of the door in pretend relaxation and boredom.  prrrrt, prrrrt, prrrrt

I then, chanced a look with only my eyes (under sunglasses) in my rear view mirror
 to see the guys face.

It was as red hot as his big red truck.  Like a kettle about to boil and whistle, it was.

I will not pretend I am a lip reader, but I think there were some spittle coated expliatives flying around the front seat of that rig:)

As we approached the intersection, I shot out to a neighboring road and flipped a U, raced around a couple of back roads and scurried home.  He was trying to yell something at me, as we almost were 'side to side' in two lanes as he gunned it to catch up to me parallel.

I think what he was trying to say was,

$#%$%^^)((_)(*&%^$%$#%$%^&^&*(*%&^$#%$^%&^&

I don't know really.  I could not hear him, I was laughing too loud!


Some days, I just crack my own self right up!