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The older I get, the more I enjoy my everyday little passive aggressive moments.
I was just driving home an hour ago, and I was approaching a school zone when suddenly some bell end in a Volkwsagen Touareg came up behind me and I saw in the rear view mirror that he was in a real hurry and at some point practically less than two feet behind me. He kept swerving his car, trying to overtake me. Illegally, on a narrow two-way residential neighbourhood main road.
I wasn't having any of it, so then we were coming up to the school zone, I slowed down to precisely 20 mph and kept those 20 mph for the whole one mile of the school zone. I could tell he was getting livid, and there were too many obstructions and cars coming our way from the opposite direction, so he had no choice but to wait for the end of the school zone. Right after the school zone, the road became wider with two lanes per direction, and he took the opportunity to make a point of pulling up from behind me and then doing a kickdown and pretty much accelerating to what seemed like 60 mph. In a 30 zone, mind you.
If middle age means you start to enjoy pissing people off like that, then I am whole heartedly looking forward to it.