While driving through a subdivision yesterday I flipped a guy the bird. He was working in his yard, rolling a hose. He looked up just as I showed him my opinion. I bet he is still wondering what it was all about. Now that perplexed hombre has a story to tell his mates at work today.
I am giving like that.
OK, it was not a random guy,
I bet he is still wondering why an unsmiling old guy flipped him the middle finger on a cloudy Sunday afternoon.
My wife was appalled at my behavior. It is not the first time.