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At some point, the road broke off into two lanes and douche bag exhibit A decided to quickly dart around my car throwing be a "mad dog" look as he passes. Now, for you males out there, this presented a challenge for me. Here I had this scrawny little 18 year-old jackass trying to own me in retaliation for me doing nothing wrong. Add to the irony the fact that I am a former U.S. Marine Close Combat Instructor being visually threatened by this schmuck and I couldn't resist. I whipped my car into the lane to my right directly behind his and got right on his bumper. At the light, I saw his eyes look at me from his rear view mirror and I put my arms up in the air as if to say "What!?" I followed him closely for the next eight blocks or so giving him the real thousand yard stare. The kind only an older man who will, in fact, go right through you can give. He begins to look for a way off of the road. He swerves left trying to evade me but an oncoming car blocked his escape. He then swerves right to shoot for a quick turn but misses his window for that escape as well. I see his eyes again and I am like a shark tasting blood. After a short time, he finds a right turn and bolts down a road that was clearly not his intended route.
At this point, I am loving me some me. I feel vindicated for myself and I feel I have done this young turd a favor by illustrating for him a harsh reality. If he is going to throw people threatening looks, he will eventually find a man who will wound his inner child. I felt he had learned that lesson that day and that I had taught it to him while avoiding jail time. The whole thing was my contribution to his future welfare. Now he won't make that mistake again. Right? Right! So, why do I feel like the worst coach ever?





