One day I was heading over to the freeway and I put on my turn signal to merge to the right lane to get on the ramp. As soon as I signaled the guy behind in the right lane punched it and closed the gap so I couldn't move over. Since I was still a couple of blocks from the ramp and there was a big gap just a couple of cars ahead I just moved up and merged at that gap. Well, it seems this guy couldn't stand that I still managed to get over into the lane I needed to be in (whats with these people anyways?) so on the on ramp he passes the two other cars and my car on the left shoulder halfway into the gravel just to prove something. At that time I figgured "whatever" and that I probably wouldn't ever see the dork again. Anyways, he must not have been in too much of a hurry because about five miles later I caught up with him. He was behind a car in the left regular lane (three lane + carpool lane), I was in the middle lane and had no cars in front of me, but I had a highway patrolman in the lane right behind me who had been there for a couple of miles. The guy saw me coming up but apparently didn't see the cop, and since he had "shown" me who deserved to be in front he just apparently couldn't let it go, so he changed to the center lane right in front of me, way too close for comfort, so I signaled and started to move right. The second I started to move he he darted right, again way too close for comfort, so I aborted the lane change and went back to the center lane, knowing that the highway patrolman had seen it all and that this guy changed way too close, less than three feet. I decided to get away from this guy, and switched to the left lane. Since there was now a truck between us in the center lane this guy over in the right punches it, darts around the truck and crosses three lanes of traffic to pull back in front of me again. I had to hit the brakes hard this time or he would have hit me, and the highway patrolman had seen enough. He pulled around left of me in the carpool lane and I happily let him up between us, where he then proceeded to make a lights and siren stop. As I went by the jerk I looked over and just smiled, he was livid.
Poetic justice. It doesn't happen often enough, but it is sweet when it does.
I did the cell phone thing once myself. A truck with a HVAC company logo with a couple of 18-19 year olds in it was swerving around the road not letting cars past and laughing about it. I got up along side of them, flipped open the phone, looked at the phone number on the door and pretended to dial it. The second the driver realized what I was doing he hit the brakes fast. I didn't make the call, but I hoped the kid worried about his job all day long.