I just drove across the country to California from New York in a U-haul with a trailer with my wife. So this all happened like a week ago.

Somewhere near Missouri, we're looking for a motel for the night and I pull up into the left turn lane behind this gray sedan. When the light turns green the car doesn't move so I give it a gentle honk to alert them the light has changed. Then I notice the hazards are on (it was hard to see from the high angle of the truck and I think they had just turned them on).

Suddenly this huge but fat dude gets out of the car and comes over looking really pissed. I roll down the window and say, "whoa man, take it easy, I didn't see your hazards on".

He flips out and starts screaming at me that hazards mean I should go around and calls me an idiot, then storms off.

So I was a bit bothered by it. I was like, I should get out and wreck this guy. I'm not too adverse to street fighting when the need arises but after weighing it out I was like, ugh why put myself at risk over something so stupid.

So we turn off onto another street to find a motel but it's really bugging me. I tell my wife that I should go back and kick that guy's ass. (It was mostly blustering). She says its not worth it. So then I'm like, I should at least go back and throw a rock at his car or something.

Surprisingly she says, "yeah, you probably should. It's just going to bug you and ruin the trip if you don't do something." Now that kind of put me on the spot. I didn't expect her to acquiesce so I kind of was locked into doing it.

So I pull over and park our big ass u-haul and trailer in a dark area behind the motels and fast food restaurants. Part of me was like, eh this is probably not a good idea, but I honestly believe that if you let too many things like this go it builds an unhealthy psyche.

I run back to the intersection looking for a rock along the way. I see a few small ones, then I see a piece of concrete about half the size of a brick. I pick it up and walk up to the road, and watch the area for a few minutes to see how the traffic flows and if there are any cops.

So I take a few steps out on the street and shot-put the rock at the car. The rock hits the side of the car and I sprint away. I hear shouting as I go.

I'm not saying I'm a tough or cool guy for throwing a rock at someone's car at the age of 35, but it was really really fun and my soul felt lighter.

When I get back to the truck my wife is like, "holy shit, did you actually do it?"

So I was like, "uhh we have to go like right now."

But in order to get out of the area we're in we had to turn back onto the main road where the car was stuck. So as we go by, the guy sees me and goes APESHIT.

He starts screaming and tries to run at us but it's too late. And we drive away watching him screaming after us. She said it was like something out of a movie. I can only assume she meant "Porkies".