THE taxi scythed out of nowhere, forcing the both of us into a space large enough for only one vehicle.
A harsh application of brakes and an even quicker, this one sustained, banging on the horn followed.
I had more horsepower, and, testosterone levels spiking, the absolute confidence I knew how to use them better.
It was not long before I was alongside and then ahead, gesturing my displeasure at this simultaneous display of inconsideration, incompetence and idiocy.
I was right, he was wrong, and he WILL know it.
I exclaimed, with bitterness camouflaged only by a contrived sense of victory, that the other guy was a moron and has rightfully been told as much.
I turned to my wife for validation and was met not with agreement, but tears.…
