As a young man, while driving, the lady in the car behind me honked.

I flipped her off.

I mean, I really flipped her off.

Anyway, she followed me home, or so I thought.

It turned out I knew her and, on her way to visit my mom she saw me and honked "hello."

As we both pulled into my mom's driveway, got out of our respective cars and walked into my mom's house, neither of us mentioned the "flipping off" event.

After that she never treated me in any manner other than warmly and graciously, which only made it worse.

I shoulda snapped her neck.