So Mr. RK and I went out on a dinner date and as we were driving home, he said, "I was a jerk on the freeway today."
Note: Mr. RK is a very calm, courteous driver, so my curiosity was piqued.
Me: "Really? What did you do?"
Mr. RK: "So this guy was driving around like a total asshole, didn't let me merge. And then I went to pass him and he's leaning out of his window smoking, like he doesn't want to get smoke in his car. So you know when I use the windshield washer, it sprays off of the side of the car also?"
Mr. RK: "I was passing him very slowly, and when I got slightly ahead of him, I saw him toss his cigarette butt on the road. So I hit the windshield washer and got washer fluid all over him. And he looked all pissed off, and I shrugged, like, 'What?'"
This is why I love Mr. RK.