To Old Man in 4 Runner who Flipped Me Off with Your Stubby Middle Finger:

I am not sure why your middle finger was chopped off, perhaps from working in a saw mill, or from some crazy torture inflicted upon you in a Vietnam POW camp, but please refrain from flipping me off with it, ESPECIALLY since, you had the right of way and there were a pile of cars behind while you were backing up traffic honking at me to take my left when you know very darn well that it was your turn.