Driving to work

Traffic was hectically busy as always and a Toyota driver was annoying the hell out of everyone on the M1 north. He was driving slalom between cars in all three lanes without indicating and without paying any attention to the hooting and the upset waving from drivers around him.

As he almost drove into the car in front of me, a very small Citi Golf driven by a very large man, the traffic stopped so the Toyota and the Golf ended up right next to each other in the fast lane, right in front of me.

The large man unfolded himself out of the Golf, walked slowly over to the Toyota and with the palm of his right hand slammed hard in to the window on the side of the driver. The window didn't break, but the driver wound his window down (Why? Oh, why?) and Bam! the large man punched the driver in the face! Much commotion from the other Toyota passengers.

Then, the large man turned around, put the palms of his hands together in front of him and slowly bowed towards me, like a Martial artist after a fight, got in his car and drove off. The Toyota moved over to the slow lane and twenty minutes later I arrived at the office.