I can't drive 35

Is it Friday yet?  This morning I actually flipped off another driver.  Gave them the finger, the bird as some say.  Flipped off...I hate the way that sounds.  Don't know why.  I was waiting to turn right at a light on Fountain, and I just didn't feel like zipping into oncoming traffic, so I thought I'd just wait for it to turn green.  However, b*tch in the car behind me was not pleased with this decision and decided to lay on her horn.  It sounded as if she'd passed out and fell on it, like the sound after a car wreck- I should have gotten out to make sure she was okay.  But she was, I could tell, b/c she was screaming at me inside her car.  What?  What's that you say?  I can't hear you.  (I shouldn't make fun, I have been known to do the muted screaming myself...quite often).  So I decided it was appropriate to flip her off as I turned the corner.  I have the most non-threatening middle finger in existence.  Just doesn't convey the "f*ck you" that's intended.  Okay, so she sped past me b/c she was in such a hurry- but as she zoomed around me, she got stuck behind a garbage truck and I just laughed and laughed and laughed all the way to the light.  And then a little after I turned onto the next street.  And just a little bit now.  Seriously, I let out quite the maniacal laugh.  Did I just spell that right, maniacal?  Hmm...
Reagan