So going to work, I take I95 south through Bangor, and then get onto 395. Yesterday morning, I caught up to someone on the 395 on-ramp. It's one of those decreasing-radius 270 degree sweepers that can be so much fun. Anyway, he braked in the accelleration lane (which a lot of people do) and I guess I got closer to his bumper than he liked, because he spent the entire length of 395 looking in his rearview making sure I didn't go past him.
At the end of 395, it splits. Right lane heads towards Ellsworth, left back into Brewer. He went right, I went left, smiling and waving (palm out, all fingers extended) and mouthing "bye bye" as I came up beside him. Bad idea, as it turns out.
I happen to catch the next light on Wilson street red. Look in my rearview, and guess who is behind me? Yeah. He had flipped a U-turn and came looking for me. He follows me into the parking lot at work, stops behind me when I parked, got out and started jawing at me, something about "Do I have a problem with the finger?"
I'm really sorry his life hasn't turned out the way he planned. It must be awful to be carrying around that much anger every day.