You want a piece of me, old man?

I'm sitting at a stoplight this afternoon, waiting to make a left turn. Green arrow comes, old man in the car in front of me just sits there. I count 1..2..3..4..5, still he sits there. Give him a short honk to get him moving. He sticks his hand out the window and gives me what I believe to be the finger; his arthritic fingers are too bent and misshapen to tell.

Whatever...

I pull in to the place where I am dropping off some e-waste for recycling, and the ol' coot pulls up next to me and starts in about if I am in too much of a hurry to give him a minute to move, well then blah blah blah. I replied I thought he fell asleep or died or something, and he told me he'd show me how awake he was. I asked him what was he gonna show me...his pacemaker? He harumphed something and sped off. Oh, and he took out about 5 traffic cones in the process.

Dumbass.