This SUV pulls alongside me with its window rolled down. Its a middle-aged guy with a handicap parking placard on his mirror. He's shouting something about how I should keep my hands on the handle bars and do some other shit that was unintelligible.
"What did you say?"
"Put your hands on the handle bars!"
"What?"
"Put your hands on the handle bars!"
The thing is, in order to give me these safety instructions, the guy is driving on the wrong side of the street. He has completely crossed the yellow line and he's not even looking at the road because he's too busy yelling at me. So I start yelling back.
"Drive on the right side of the road!"
"What?"
"You're driving on the wrong side of the road! There's a blind curve coming up, you can't see if there's cars coming!"

"Are you retarded or is that placard for the person you're fucking."
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