When I tell my wife about these encounters, she says they are all part of my imagination.
Then she was in my Camaro with me one time when a dude in a Prius who had a major case Priuspism was tailgating me. He wouldn't move over to the left lane to pass, so I did so he could pass. No... he slides over with me.
I look over to her and say, "Welcome to my imagination!"... then let off the gas, forcing Priuspism to pass me... and giving me the "Your number one!" sign. I laugh.
