On my morning commute today, I had a guy pull in front of me from a parking lot on a 50 mph road with NO ONE BEHIND ME and then proceed to drive about 35 on his phone, so when all was clear, I cut around him in the left lane and stayed there because we were approaching a steady red and that is the lane I needed to be in.

Well this apparently offended him because as we were maybe 200 ft or so from the red, he decided to try to rip his 01 Taurus or whatever the fuck past me on the right and cut me off in front...where there was another car stopped at the red...who he of course, slammed into at god knows how fast, while I came to a nice, even stop behind him.

Nailed this poor woman's car (who was also gorgeous, which I'm sure made him feel much better about the whole thing).

The silver blur flying past me as I'm actively coming to a stop, the sudden chaotic screeching and smoke, and the look on her face as he tried to point the blame at me and she just rolled her eyes and took a pic of his license plate will keep me laughing out loud (including in the moment) and my mood high at least through the weekend.