So earlier today I was driving home from work and some old guy had the wonderful idea of tail-gating me for 6 miles. The roads are frequented by hidden cops, so basically means go the speed limit or less or eat a ticket.

He then proceeds to follow me to my turnoff, where he beeps his horn at me and flips me the bird as I'm flipping him the bird. Salty old man actually had 6 opportunities to go around me and he never had the brainpower to take them on the road home, which makes me chuckle.

To that old man, stay salty, as your salty tears are delicious.