Then you have to face that awkward moment when you both get out of your cars…
You sheepishly nod to confuse him into thinking he merely imagined you going all Michael Stipe and losing your religion on him, while he just gives you the confused, befuddled look of a man who was just dressed down for failing to yield.
This rule also applies to driving on the interstate when approaching a traffic jam. Nothing’s more awkward than giving a dude the “stare o’ death” as you pass him, only to sit next to him in a standstill for the next two hours.
When in doubt, count to ten, pray the serenity prayer, summon your inner Oprah- whatever works for you. It might happen that the guy who just cut you off is the guy who’s about to cook your dinner.
Ever had any awkward parking lot moments?