Things are already getting full moon weird.
Driving back from Lake Minnetonka tonight I stop at a stop light after not being able to make it through the long line to turn left. Look in the mirror and see a couple in a black Camry behind me. He looks normal and she is eating soft serve. Normal so far. Light turns and I turn left. I jump on it a little but nothing crazy. I hear loud squealing tires (not mine, I am not 16) and the guy in the Camry has floored it and is trying to pass me on the right. WTF dude, it's not 1965 and I am not driving a muscle and neither are you. I hit the speed limit and let him fly by so his ***** will grow larger and make his wife happy. Of course he abruptly changes lanes right in front of me. I follow for a couple miles and he is changing lanes and zigging and zagging like Hwy 7 is is a NASCAR circuit race. He makes three crazy high speed lane changes in the 1/8 mile before I-494 and that abruptly exits. I take a second look and he is tailgating a another car down the ramp like he wants some car butt action. What a ****in' d-canoe.