Seriously?

So today I'm driving along running errands with my cousin, Maria.

We just went to the bank and now we're driving to the library to drop off books, right? And since we're coming from the bank, we're going a new, unexplored (by me) route to Reston Regional.

We're dropping off the book that will probably cost me $10 since someone put a hold on it so I couldn't renew it so it came due while I was on vacation. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark Haddon. If anyone was curious. Which by the way, I never got to finish.

ANYWAY

We get to this intersection to turn left where I have a stop sign but the perpendicular lanes do not. (+10 big word points)

Let me get this out of the way now: I messed up. It was my fault. I did not have the right of way.

There's a big line of cars on my left that go through and then I see four cars all getting into the right-turn-only lane with blinkers on. I can see no cars behind them and there's no one coming from my right. So I start to inch out just to make sure.

Out of NOWHERE, this little mean old man comes speeding (like 45 in 25 speeding, so not a lot, but still totally legally reckless) towards me. So I stop. Technically I am still not in the intersection, but I'm not behind the stop sign. He totally was fine and had room to keep going.

I expected a beep. I'm waving sorry, didn't see you with my best oops face on. What does this guy do? He stops his car in front of mine so he can look straight at me and point at me for a good 30 seconds.

I will forever be haunted by this image.

This is the closest thing I can find to the picture in my head.

His finger was all knobby like that cane, too.

After the situation, Maria told me I should have given him the finger. At the time, I just gave him my what-do-you-want-from-me? face until he finally drove away. Stupid asshole mean old man.

Then we went to Chick-Fil-a and got cookies and cream milkshakes :)

Update to come on what creepster dream I have about it tonight, though.