Badcarma gone good

So I'm on Rosedale Highway this morning (not biking on Thursdays) and, as usual, an asshole in an SUV, sucking down a cup of coffee and yakking on his cell phone comes barrelling along, changing lanes willy nilly without so much as a flick of his blinker.

He gets ahead of me and the light turns so he has to slam on his brakes. But he saw the traffic up ahead and I suppose wanted to get into my lane. Because as he stopped at the light, he made sure to straddle the line between lanes, coming almost half way into my lane. Luckily, I do NOT drive a ridiculously sized SUV (yes, it's a truck w/4wdrive, but it's not a MONSTER) so I could squeeze in next to Mr. I-own-the-whole-road Silver Yukon. When I did so, he looked over at me, perturbed! At me?! For what? DRIVING NORMALLY!!!! He smirked at me and squinted his eyes. Freak. Then when the light changed he peeled out, WAVING at me as he did so, veered into my lane (no blinker) passed some traffic upahead and veered back into the other lane.

Whatever dude.

I kept on at my REASONABLE pace and traffic seemed to melt away before me, lights either snapped green or stayed green and I coasted all the way in to work. At the last major light on Oak Street, I saw him, Mr. Smarty pants. He'd miscalculated and got stuck behind a big rig. I coasted on by and smiled to myself.

Some days are like that.