Reminds me of an incident I had. Less than two weeks ago. Let me set the stage.
Getting off the highway to my exit, I drive every day for the past year and a half, there are two left turn lanes and a right turn lane. The street that I am turing right onto has two lanes to turn right onto. Problem is, 1/4 mile up the street is another light where the right lane is right turn only and the left lane goes straight. I need to go straight.
The left lane that I need to get into is backed up THROUGH the intersection (this is a separate pet peeve), but no cars are coming from the left. This douchenozzle behind me is honking at me to turn right when the light is still red. I clearly can't get into the lane I need to, and I know this, so I don't move.
Light turns green. There's still cars in the intersection, so I wait. I can see the cars in the left lane are starting to move about 100 yards up and know I have about 3 seconds before I will be able to turn into the lane I need. The alternative, I guess, is to turn into the right lane, and then sit there trying to get over into the left lane. Either way, this kokgobbler is going to be waiting on me. He starts laying on the horn.
Of course the only response to this was to slowly roll down the window, give him a brooklyn salute, and roll it back up and then calmly turn into the left lane so I can go home.
If it wasn't for people getting shot and killed for less, I probably would have just sat there through another light. Just to prove how cool I am.