Wow the drivers in Philly are mean, well one is

It has been a while since my last post and there has been plenty to write about.

Last week, or was it two weeks ago?, baby Doodle and I were on our way to the playground and the street we normally take was closed so we had to take a detour which was poorly marked. I came to an intersection where I could either make a left (the way I should have gone) or a right across a bridge (the way I did go). I made the right and though there was not a stop sign there I slowed in order to make the turn. The driver behind me honked his horn repeatedly. I proceeded across the two-lane bridge. The rude driver in tinted windowed car passed me on the bridge. I flipped him the bird, and though maybe I shouldn't have, after he did what he did next I'm glad I gave him the finger. He slammed on his brakes as soon as he was in front of me. I had to swerve and slam my brakes in order to avoid hitting him. We both sat there for 60 seconds before he moved forward and hit the brakes again. I didn't follow suit. I pulled to the side and let another car get between us, then continued to get lost and work my way back to the park.

What an ass hole!