I had the second one happen the other day; The offender was an elderly gentleman driving, with his wife. This was during my morning commute, and the good news was I know he saw me... I think he had some notion of making his left turn before the yellow light in front of us turned red. He didn't.

In a fit of pique, I rode around him and positioned myself in front of him in the left turn lane, where I would have been if he hadn't pulled his jacka$$ stunt. I turned around and gave him a tsk tsk as any matron would have to a naughty child. Probably not the best response. I also proceeded to beat him through the intersection and for 40 or 50 feet beyond.

So who was the bigger Jacka$$, him or me?