You were waiting to make a left turn into the plaza at Talbern Street, next to Taco Bell. I was about to cross—when it was perfectly fine to do so. When I stopped to give you the go, you were not looking, so I took the initiative. Right when I was crossing, you decided, “Hey, I want to go.” You saw me and stopped your Lexus SUV in time. Immediately, you started yelling and making crazy hand gestures. Then you pounded on your horn like a spoiled, angry kid throwing a tantrum at the supermarket. Everyone there knew it was your fault for ending up in the middle of the intersection. Yet another example of how Lexus owners think they own the road and nothing’s ever their fault. Learn to drive, moron.
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