It's a bird! It's a plane! Oh crap, it's a bird.

I was a bit distracted today as I made my way to the grocery store.  I made a right turn out of my neighborhood and merged into two lanes of traffic.  I had to quickly make my way to the far left turning lane, so that I could make a left turn into the shopping plaza.

I noticed a car stopped beside me with an little old woman at the wheel.  Her even OLDER husband, who was ninety if he was a DAY, was leaning forward and flipping me the bird.

He shook his hand at me and flipped me the bird for at LEAST five minutes as we stopped at the light.; flipping, flipping, flipping.  I’m pretty sure he was shouting some pretty interesting things to me as well, but fortunately all of our windows were closed.

I turned into the grocery store parking lot and laughed.

I wasn’t offended in any way that he was flipping me the bird.

Frankly, I was impressed that he could even get it up. 

(And that he could keep it up for so LONG was impressive...) 

Good for him.