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And the fucker deserved it.
I'm at the Manchester/Lindbergh intersection, waiting to turn right onto Lindbergh.
With the left-turn signal, the oncoming traffic from Manchester usually will enter into the left lane, but I always let them pass in case they decide to switch over to the right-hand land suddenly.
The guy behind me decides to start honking at me, because he wants me to make the right-hand turn, even though that might mean turning into a car making a wide left-hand turn.
As we traverse down Lindbergh, I flip him off, and he starts to tailgate me with some very creative gestures.
I decide to return the favor and encourage him to pull off at his convenience.
This continues for a few minutes, where I turn off into the St. Louis Public Library headquarters, right across from Frontenac Plaza.
He gets out of his car, and rushes toward me.
I get out of my car, ask him what the fuck he thinks he is doing, and before I know it, he takes a swing at me.
He hits me in the arm, and I deck him in the nose, and he's on the parking lot like a lump.
I drove off.
I'm surprised I haven't heard anything since, because he seemed like the kind of prick who would get a license plate number and press charges.
All in all, that felt good.
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I'm at the Manchester/Lindbergh intersection, waiting to turn right onto Lindbergh.
With the left-turn signal, the oncoming traffic from Manchester usually will enter into the left lane, but I always let them pass in case they decide to switch over to the right-hand land suddenly.
The guy behind me decides to start honking at me, because he wants me to make the right-hand turn, even though that might mean turning into a car making a wide left-hand turn.
As we traverse down Lindbergh, I flip him off, and he starts to tailgate me with some very creative gestures.
I decide to return the favor and encourage him to pull off at his convenience.
This continues for a few minutes, where I turn off into the St. Louis Public Library headquarters, right across from Frontenac Plaza.
He gets out of his car, and rushes toward me.
I get out of my car, ask him what the fuck he thinks he is doing, and before I know it, he takes a swing at me.
He hits me in the arm, and I deck him in the nose, and he's on the parking lot like a lump.
I drove off.
I'm surprised I haven't heard anything since, because he seemed like the kind of prick who would get a license plate number and press charges.
All in all, that felt good.
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_STLfan_in_DFW @ Nov 5 2005, 11:56 PM) 
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