What???? The prick...

As I pass the perimeter leaving Atlanta in heavy traffic (the Bay traffic is nothing compared to Atlanta...), a young white man passing me in a newish dodge van has rolled down his passenger window and is angrily screaming something at the top of his lungs at me.

I've changed my response tactic while driving: I used to flash the peace sign or the "I love you" sign at folks who gave the finger or otherwise expressed their disapproval for something that is written on my truck. Now I shrug my shoulders questioningly, raise my upturned palms and say in what I hope is a bewilderingly way: "WHAT???? WHAT???"

Which I did as this young man passed but he flew by me - as much as one can fly in heavy traffic - so quickly I couldn't catch what he said.

But then traffic stopped in his lane and I approached as rapidly as I could. His window was still open and I shouted "WHAT?" out mine. He stops even with my window, abruptly leans across the empty passenger's seat and indignantly demands in the nastiest tone he can summons: "Are you voting for Hillary?"

I said, no, I don't think so. I'm probably voting for Jill Stein - and he relaxes a little into his driver's seat and repeats several times: "oh, okay then, that's okay then" like he's giving me permission to spread the truth about 'rump as long as I'm not voting for Hillary, like it's any of his business who I'm voting for.

So I put a little pin prick in his bubble of permission and firmly declare: "but I wouldn't mind at all if Hillary won."

He reverts back to disgusted and takes off before quickly slamming on his brakes, as traffic is not moving a tenth as fast as he is. Prick.