|Beverly in Pickup Truck|
To let the man know he'd committed a violation, I gently tap-tapped on my horn and shrugged reasonably politely. His passenger looked out the window, sarcastically shrugged back, and gave me the middle finger salute. What great guys. Turns out they were going to the dump too.
When I pulled alongside the offending aircraft carrier at the dump entrance, the driver looked over at me with the unmistakable arrogance of someone who thoroughly enjoyed being a jerk. He was getting a rise out of it. What he didn't know was something else was rising in the back of my cab. I lowered the window and Beverly stuck her head out. If you could have only seen the change of expression on both their faces. They wanted no part of that. Oh the joys of owning a German Shepherd.