Okay, so let's set up the scene here.
Mom and I were driving home from picking up groceries and we were signalling to turn into our subdivision.
Out of nowhere this "party" (if I can even call it that, name withheld) van, entitled "Y party y" comes hauling up on our bumper, flashing his lights, (and nearly giving me a frigging panic attack/heart attack of sorts) and giving the good ol' raised fist out of his window, as he drives on.
Oh, EXCUUUSE us for signalling to turn to get into our subdivision and getting in *YOUR* way, o high and mighty party planner!
Now you may be thinking, "Oh, those two are PERFECT for each other!"...to which I ask..
How in the FUCKING HELL is ( cut for reasons ) <---THIS okay?!!
( I really hate you...stop getting in my way... )