 Thought he was going to cut off a tractor-trailer truck. I finally pull up next to him. His window is down. I beep the horn because he's texting on his cell phone. In a nice vehicle, too, like a Denali or something. He gets mad at me, right? Comes up behind me. Now, we go through two towns. And the guy's yelling and screaming at me when he was the one in fault because he was going to hurt somebody. Yeah, right. I end up getting off the highway exit. He drives by me, gives me the finger. I drop my son off.