At the four way stop in Chenoa, I stopped first, and then another car coming from the North stopped....but he didn't want to stop. Since I stopped first, I went ahead through the intersection. This did not make Mr. Honda (this is what I've named this man because, you guessed it, he drove a Honda) very happy. Oh well, learn the rules of road dude.
So, I continue on to take the ramp to get on I-55. There were some slower vehicles ahead of me on the ramp, plus a semi already in the left hand lane letting all of us merge onto the interstate. Once the semi passed us, I then merged into the left lane to pass the slower vehicles. I looked in my rear-view mirror first, and Mr. Honda had the same idea. However, his idea also included following me a little too close...which he had done the entire time we had been on the road together. To say I was a little frustrated is a huge understatement.
This continued as I passed the slower vehicles, and the semi. Once those vehicles were clear, I merged back into the right hand lane, and who do I see speeding up to pass me.... you know who. I glanced over, and I see he's trying to tell me something....with his middle finger.
In my head, I'm thinking:
Oh boy! It's Mr. Honda, and he's showing me some lovely sign language. I love you too, Mr. Honda! I sure do hope you have a great day, because just being on the road with you this fine morning has been a pleasure. Especially since there is blowing/drifting snow...I love being on the road with people who speed and can show us all neat finger tricks. Thank you, Mr. Honda.
I did not see Mr. Honda during the remainder of my commute to Bloomington, but boy oh boy did he leave a lasting impression.
Until we meet again, Mr. Honda...let's hope that never happens.