The other day when I was leaving the doctor's office and headed for the supermarket to fill my prescription, I found myself behind a Jaguar. A very slow-moving Jaguar. I was on Main Street and the posted speed limit there was 45 mph, but this fancy sports car was only going 20.
Needless to say, it was annoying. I mean, who likes being stuck with someone who treats every road like a school zone? Unfortunately, I couldn't get into the other lane right away because of the traffic. So, for a good mile or so, I was forced (as were the folks behind me) to drive as slow as molasses.
When a spot finally opened up in the left lane, I switched and passed the guy. As I passed I saw he was a very elderly man. Now that didn't surprise me at all, but the fact that he was sticking his tongue out at me and making strange, though not obscene, gestures at me, did.
As soon as I pulled back in front of him he honked at me, and in my rear view mirror I could see him continue to make faces at me and over-dramatically mime steering a car. Then, he did the sign for crazy and pointed at me.
He didn't succeed in making me upset though, if that was what he was after. Instead, he made me laugh out loud. And I must admit, it was quite refreshing to have a grandpa in a beautiul sports car sign "loco" to me, instead of some teenager in a low rider giving me the bird.