We were out and about running errands in Strasbourg by car. My husband and I were chatting away and didn’t see the light turn green. It had only just turned green but the guy behind us gave a sharp toot anyway. My husband hates when people honk at him whether he deserves it or not.
We began driving. My husband went slow while going just fast enough that the guy behind him (who had honked) couldn’t be sure that he was doing it on purpose. The guy couldn’t pass us and my husband knew it.
When the road finally opened up to an extra lane the guy sped past us with a nasty face. My husband laughed because the light turned red just as the guy got to it.
Once the light turned green my husband gave the guy a sharp toot.
Five years ago I would have buried my face in shame. However, that was when we lived in America and I didn’t understand French driving. Now, we live in France and this little game of tit for tat made even me, the polite driver, smile.