Toulon
I lived in a southern Houston suburb back in 1991-1992, Webster Texas. I was on a 4-lane roadway. I needed to turn left at the light. I meandered into the median, waiting for oncoming traffic to get by. But the oncoming traffic continued onward well after the light had turned red. So I was stuck in the middle of the intersection. Couldn't back up and wait for the green light, as I was too far committed to turning and there was traffic behind me in the left turn lane. So I make the left turn about 5 seconds after the light turned red, and a car coming from the right (traveling through the intersection from his direction) had to wait for me to proceed through the intersection. He honked his horn, flashed his lights at me, was being a real asshole. I slowed down to piss him off even more, and he moved to pass me. As he got alongside me, he rolled his window down and told me to learn how to f-ing drive. I rolled my window down and yelled, "pull over up ahead and we'll deal with this!"
So he passes me, cuts in front of me, puts on his right blinker to pull off to the shoulder of the road.
Game on. I pull up on the shoulder right behind him.
And then I get out of my car and confront him while he's still seated in his car. He rolls his window down and says to me, "You ain't from around here, are you, dumbass? Because if you were - your dumb ass wouldn't get out of your car and want to start something. I've got a 9mm sitting right here beside me. You'd best get your dumb ass back in your vehicle while you can, and learn how to f-ing drive."
I simply nodded, walked back and got into my car and realized that I'd let my emotions get the better of me. That guy taught me a valuable lesson that I've never forgotten all these years since.
Best to just tolerate the assholes, as hard as it is sometimes. It's not worth dying over. I was 22 years old, and up until that point in my life thought I was not only immortal but also a badass. After that - not so much.