Bloglander

Me: northbound in the right lane on Hwy 2, in a Subaru. You: pulling up
next to me in left lane in new shiny 4WD Ford, honking your horn, yelling
something and waving your middle finger. My first impulse was to follow
when you turned left into the gas station to ask what the heck you were so
angry about. I thought better of it. I still wonder, though. Did I cut you
off? I don't think so. You have some anger control issues and you really
need to get some help for that.