So my mother was coming in the car to pick me up from school. Right.
She was passing intersection at the market when someone came the wrong way up a one-way street. Right.
She stopped both to avoid an accident and to give them way. Right.
The girl driving, for no reason, began to hurl abuse at her for being in the way, and the boy at the back gave her the finger. Not right.
Not right at all.
No-one does that to my mother, especially not some two-bit yahoos who just got their license and think they own the world. NO-ONE.
They will burn in the deepest circle of the hells of every major and minor religion, and I pity the Devil for having to take tham.
... or, you know, their car could break down really, really far away from anything and they'd have to push it all the way back home, discovering they've been cheated because the thing had a really crummy old engine, and they can't get a refund because the swindler had skipped the country and is now living large in a time-share in Boca. That works too.