Flippin' Out

We live in a society, people. A SOCIETY!

I was driving home from work the other day, and stopped at a stop sign. Shocking, I know. As I waited for the traffic on the main road to pass so that I could turn right, a red truck approached from the opposite direction. I have recreated the scene for you:

Since (a) I was at the intersection first and (b) I was taking a right and Mr. Red Truck was taking a left, I clearly had right of way. However, this information was of little importance to Mr. RT, who, when I started to turn right, proceeded to pull out in front of me. Not only did he cut me off, but the big-haired hoochie in the passenger seat flipped me off! She even went so far as to extend her arm out the window of the truck, just to ensure that I got a good look at her middle finger.

I was kind of hoping that Mr. RT's tire would blow out as some sort of retribution for ignoring basic rules of driving. Either that, or a giant winged creature (see illustration) could come down from the sky and pluck he and his lady friend up in their jerk-mobile. I would have been satisfied with either occurence.