Look both ways

I was crossing the road today, going home from work, when the car stopped at the light began inching forward [as I am in the crosswalk]. It keeps doing this and as I am almost past it, it starts beeping. I swear I was raising my hand in mid swing to pound on their hood and curse them out when my assistant manager waves at me from behind the steering wheel. He offered me a ride home, laughing hysterically.

RH: That totally made my night. I'm glad you didn't pound on my hood though.

Me: I'm glad too. Because if you had been someone else, you probably would have shot me.