I take the turn into campus behind a small rattley looking Toyota from the dark ages. A man and woman sit inside, they look a little lost. I wait patiently, as they are creeping along right in front of the turn I need to take. I glance at the clock, soon I'll be late. I sigh as he turns his hazards on. At least they've stopped far enough ahead so that I can make my turn, instead of blocking it, as they are very close to doing. I check behind me, sure enough there's a break in the stream of traffic, long enough for me to get around the lost-ones. As I swing around them the Toyota begins to honk angrily and the man inside yells loudly enough for me to hear that I'm being called a cunt. He jerks his car towards mine and I try to pull away. He misses me by inches. I go around him, taking my turn, wondering why he chose that moment to lurch ahead, even after I'd used my turn signals, and he'd pulled over. He follows me into the parking lot and parks right behind my car so I can't pull out, trapping me. From my now-locked car I can hear him yelling and yelling. Even though it's broad daylight, I'm sort of afraid to get out of the car. So I stay. Then a campus security car pulls into the lot. Toyota man drives away.

All I can think is; "I wonder what that woman was thinking?"