Ahhh, road rage. I was driving to work one day. I was thisclose to being late and had to punch the literal time clock or be docked 15 minutes. I needed those 15 minutes of pay god dammit!!!
I got on the highway and a Mercedes was in the right lane going 45 MPH. The speed limit was 55. The cars in the left lane were zippy by going 65 and I simply could not pass this dumb ass in the Mercedes. I was screaming at the driver to "READ MY LIPS." I called the driver every name I could think of.
I finally got an opportunity to pass, about 5 miles later. I looked over, flipped the middle finger and almost crashed my car.
Looking straight ahead was my direct supervisor in the Mercedes!!! WTF?!!! She drove a Toyota!!!
I sped away, got to the parking lot, took a space, parked and ran in the building, clocked in with seconds to spare and got to my desk. I was in tears.
About an hour later I recounted what happened to my desk mate. She laughed and said Christine, our supervisor probably hadn't seen me, she was such an airhead. I was just about relaxed when Christine walked up and asked how everything was this morning? I stammered out "OK" and smiled weakly.
She started walking away then turned and looked at me and smiled and said:
"Oh, VIII, I can read lips."
Later she came by and said she was driving her boyfriends car and thrilled with opportunity to drive such a nice vehicle.
That taught me a valuable lesson.
Look into the rearview mirror of anyone you are going to curse out. If you recognize them, don't.
Same thing with the Internet.