I used to give drivers the finger in traffic, now I just do the slow blink at my windshield
Five years back some guy cut me off on I-35 near Waco and I laid on the horn for a full mile while my kid watched from the back seat. Now when it happens I grip the wheel, take a breath, and picture saying what I really think, which is something about his driving and his whole family line. The thing I almost said to a guy in a truck bed last Tuesday was so bad I actually laughed at myself instead. What do you all do to keep the ugly stuff inside when some stranger tests you at 70 mph?