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?