On the way home tonight a minivan swooped in front of me just as I was about to turn off to the right and just stopped. He could have gone left, right, or straight, so I assumed he was just confused about which way he was going. I waited.... and waited. He still didn't move. There wasn't a lot of room on the right for me to squeeze by, and I didn't want to cut in front of him by going around him on his left.

Another car pulls up behind me and stops because this minivan is in the way. We wait some more. Still no movement. The new car honks his horn. No response. He goes into the oncoming lane to get around him, and I follow suit (enough with this waiting). As I get to the driver's window, I gives me a look and creeps forward slowly through the intersection. I cut behind him and go right as I was planning all along.

The only thing I can think of is that the guy was upset at me for taking the lane and slowing him down so he tried to do the same to me. I had taken the lane for all of about maybe 300 feet. Why do people have to be such arseholes? That got me in a bad mood for the rest of my ride.