Pretty much everyone who drives a Ferrari is an asshole.
So I decided to kill two birds with one stone and compliment a Ferrari driver on how nice his car is. I rolled down my window and yelled, “Hey, man, sweet ride!”
He just looked over at me, checked me for sincerity, then just nodded. A little hint of a self-satisfied smirk. But mostly just the nod. Like, “I know. But thanks for saying so anyway.”
The light turned green and he peeled out, as required by the unwritten rule of the road that says the nicer car goes first.
I have mixed feelings about this one. I drove off wondering whether it was wrong to fuel his pathetic but fragile ego like that.