Once upon a time, I was horrendously late for class at a time in the morning when traffic is a complete nightmare. Not only that, but the rail crossing in particular where this happened is pretty much a freaking madhouse -only that a madhouse is actually less chaotic.

So there I was, in this long-ass line of cars, just waiting for my turn to cross the friggin rails, when this jerk comes from my left (the rails were at my right) and tries to shove her white hatchback right in front of me

*Fun Fact: it’s always an idiot on a white hatchback for me. Just a few weeks prior to this, one moron practically tried to run me over when I was crossing the street by a T-crossing -I guess he was anxious to crash with the oncoming traffic (which had the preference, mind you).

So, anyway, digressing: she was trying to shove her car in front of mine, but at this point I was so darn angry and stressed that I decided that I would be having none of it. So I kept my car as close to the bumper of the taxi in front of me (and forgive me if that’s grammatically incorrect) as I could without being in danger of crashing (I was even leaning over my seat to make sure).

She thought she could do the same. Emphasis on THOUGHT.

What ended up happening was that, each time the taxi advanced, I advanced right after, as closely as I could. She’d try to advance too to cut in, then get angry when she couldn’t. At one point she lost her temper enough that she ended up advancing too hard. Long story short: she rear-bumped the taxi (did I mention she was invading the two lanes, one which went the other way?).

Dude got off his taxi looking pissed as hell. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but smile at the overly mortified look on her face. Thankfully (because otherwise I would have been stuck there for a while boxed in between the taxi, the rails, and the moron -now THAT would have been contra-karma, come to think of it, lol), the bump was extremely minor, so the dude decided to let it go.

After that, I decided to let her cut in front in the end.

Ruining somebody else’s morning in a petty manner was win enough for me.