On my way home this afternoon from Job Round 1 and en route to Job Round 2, I was traveling nicely in the right-hand lane of a four-lane road.

I am coming up to a busy intersection. The light turns yellow; the nose of my Honda is well over the line of scrimmage so I continue on into the intersection.

It is at this very moment that a woman decides to cut out of her left-hand lane. I assume she didn't like the fact that she was stuck behind someone with his left-turn blinker on. Heaven forbid she waits a light cycle to continue on her path. Decision made, and she makes a very illegal, very abrupt cut into the right-hand lane... just as I am cruising through.

It happened so fast but it was also like slow-mo: the black car juts just inches away from me, never even seeing me, my thumb plants itself on my car horn, my foot pushes the break pedal down to the floor board. I pulled as far to the right as I could (this was an intersection, after all, not much room for leeway here) and I came to a dead stop in the middle of said intersection. Ms Crappy Driver simply sped off.

Oh, believe me, I caught up with her. I noticed that the right side of her car had extensive damage; oh, perhaps she had an accident of this sort before? What, maybe you didn't look before making a sudden illegal move in the middle of an intersection? There are laws of these sort, after all, for a reason, darling.

My heart pounding, the burning rubber smell of my poor tires in my nose, my middle digit extended in all it's bony glory, I saluted this idiot with all my might.

The moral of today's story: even though there would have been witnesses, forget about the fact that the destruction of my car would have been her fault and I would be the proud owner of a new car paid for by her, besides my amazing talents behind the wheel of a Honda, I am grateful that my beautiful, 15 year old Honda Accord continues to ride, continues to thrive. No thanks to you, lady.