I have a couple that stick out, and they all seem to do with driving……..
The one I will relate here happened a few years ago when I lived in the UK. Back then it was common for lorries (18 wheelers) to limit their speed to around 60mph in order to boost their MPG.
One day I was driving from my parents house to my apartment, it was a drive of some 200 miles. I was driving down a dual carriageway, which is a two lane highway, much like the one below, doing the speed limit of 70mph.
Dual carriageway
I was passing a long line of lorries when a guy came flying up behind me in a black BMW, as he came up on me he started to flash his lights to tell me to get out of the way. Now please note he was not a police officer (the explanation of how I know this will come by later), nor was he responding to an emergency, he was just a self important jackass who wanted me out of his way.
As I say, I was passing a line of lorries (something like 12 of them in total), when he came up behind me, and when he started to flash his light I was thinking to myself “where am I going to go, I have a lorry on one side of me and the central reservation on the other dumb-ass”. Well he kept flashing his lights and gesturing for me to move out of the way, so I did what any self-respecting passive aggressive driver would do.
I slowed down.
Yep I slowed down until I was just doing a speed slightly faster than the lorries I was passing. I kept that speed up for something like 20 miles until I reached the front of the line, then I moved over and let him go. During that long 20 miles he was constantly riding my tail and telling me to move out of the way.
As he sped off doing something like 90mph I increased my speed back up to the limit of 70mph. Around 5 miles later I see the lights of a police vehicle on the side of the road and who do I see pulled over.
That’s right, Mr. Rude BMW driver, who by this point appears to be having a heated discussion with the police officer. As I see this a huge grin lights up across my face, and as I pass by the police car and Mr. Now-very-angry-but-rude-BMW driver, I honk my horn, and wave.
Oh so satisfying, and I still smile about it to this day.