You've seen him. He's behind the wheel of his big, bad pickup truck every day.
He's a tough guy. He rides high in that truck with the big wheels. It runs on diesel and comes complete with the sound of authority. He's got white-rimmed sunglasses and he wears a hoodie - not a bunny hug - a hoodie because tough guys don't wear bunny hugs. He turns the corner and as he passes by he looks down and sneers at you.
I saw that guy yesterday - well, in my peripheral vision. I don't look at him directly because I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I see him. He's not worthy of my attention. He thinks he deserves it - he's an entitled young man. He wants to make me feel uncomfortable for some reason.
I think he drives on with some sort of pleasure and pride - feeling like he intimidated me.
And, I drive on and wonder....what made that guy so angry?