So one my way home from my son's place and I see the guy in the car behind me pull his hoody up and pull on the strings to close up the area around his face. Not good. Before I can process the information, BAM! Rear ended. I look in the mirror he is stopped waiting for me to go full Karen and get out of the car (I don't think it would be doxxing to say I look pretty Karen). I accelerated to get far enough away from him and then slowed to see if I could get his plates. Can't explain the feeling but it happened so fast, yet I knew he knew I knew, and that I was trying to get enough information to drive to the police station. He saw me looking at him hesitated, and then sped off taking a right hand turn.

Good news you say? I called my older son and he called his brother. Both of my liberal democrat sons have had it with the left. My younger son started blaming Kim Foxx and if you can believe it, told me there's no way she was elected legitimately because "the only people that would vote for her don't fucking vote."

Moral of the story. Don't mess with Mamma.