The other day I was driving in Saint Paul just minding my own business, coming back home from a late night Taco Bell run. A somewhat dazed and confused driver in a red Ford Explorer thought it would be a good idea to cut me off. I had three choices: I could listen to my road rage maniac, and step on my brakes as hard as possible, I could get out of my car and say “I really didn’t appreciate what you did back there and I’d like to go ahead and punch your face now,” or I could have just ignored it and moved on.

Road Rage Saif won again. I usually bring my car to a quick stop and give the other driver a look of disdain and watch as the other drives off, but this time it backfired. I pulled up next to the guy, made a potentially rude hand gesture, and waited for him to drive off. The guy started following me so instead of making it a stressful situation, I had fun with it. I thought it would be fun to go through the McDonald’s drive-thru. I looked in my rear view mirror and started to imagine how the conversation was going between him and the McDonald’s box.

“May I take your order?” “No thanks. I’m just following this guy ahead of me.” “You have to order something sir.” “Well, fine. Um…I’ll take a number 7 with no tomatoes or pickles. Also, is there any way I could substitute the drink for a chocolate milkshake? I have such a sweet tooth right now.”

After McDonald’s I drove in a car wash, and finished the night at Taco Bell for round two of “drive-thru fun.” Overall I think we had a lovely evening.