I Saw Bozo the Clown Driving in Winnipeg

I had an interesting encounter yesterday afternoon while driving eastbound Grant Avenue. I'll call it pseudo-road rage.

I first noticed this character, whom I'll call Bozo since he was driving like a clown, when out of nowhere he came upon my rear bumper real sudden-like, and just as quickly changed lanes to my left, and tail-gated the car ahead of him in that lane.

It was only at that point did he slow, since there were several other cars ahead of us. But this didn't discourage Bozo. On no. Not for a moment. He continued to tail-gate until he noticed that my lane suddenly had room for him. So he abruptly changed back into the curb lane, and proceeded to tailgate me.

All the while splitting the lane just in case one lane opens up for him. Then, pause for effect, he found an opening, blew past everyone and flew down Grant until he arrived at the next red light. I passed him there, flipping him the subtle loser symbol, with a smirk on my face. The smirk was self-congratulatory of my driving with the flow of traffic, staying in my lane, arriving at the light and passing him.

Apparently Bozo was offended at the symbolic gesture. For as he caught me at yet another traffic light, he told me so. His argument was that he had a right to change lanes as often as he wanted. And who says he was tailgating. But what right do I have to flip him the "L" symbol? He was actually angry. I guess he didn't see the humor in it. Nor the irony. Unbelievable eh?

What a maroon.