Serves the little bastard right. I did much the same thing once--a carful of jocks from my daughter's high school, coming back from lunch, just randomly pulled up next to me at a stoplight and yelled, "Hey, fuck you, bitch!" (I didn't know them, nor they, me.) So I followed them back to school and pointed them out to the Asst. Principal who was standing by the door.
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Date: 2010-10-06 02:10 pm (UTC)Also, death glare.
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Date: 2010-10-06 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-06 06:00 pm (UTC)