So picture this. You might even know this. This is right on 75th, I think, by the Safeway there in the Roosevelt neighborhood. And this is just like last weekend or something. Yeah, last weekend. I'm driving like basically the speed limit. Maybe it's 25 and I'm driving 30 or whatever. You know, I'm driving a reasonable speed. And there's a Tesla behind me. And I'm not really paying it much mind. We get to the part of the road where very briefly it widens out to be two lanes. But again, the left lane is turn only. And I see as soon as we get there, this Tesla swings into that left-hand turn lane. And I know what they're going to do. They're going to try to pass me on the left and then just jam in front of me. And there's a car in front of me. So I do what I usually do, which is I was like, well, I'm not giving them space to cut me off. I sped up a little bit and I got close to the car in front of me. But they didn't care. Like once they decided they were going to do it, they were just going to drive me off the road. This Tesla just came in in front of me. I didn't give it the room. I was and this is where it becomes a disease. I was like almost willing to wreck my car into their fucking Tesla. And eventually but they just drove me basically off the road until I had to leave them in. And so I just laid on my horn for like a long, long time. And when did the cell phones come out? Well, I stayed with them for a while. I felt like we were developing a relationship and I wanted to be closer to them. So I was behind them for some time and I had, I wasn't just like taking a joy ride. So I did have somewhere to be, but I was furious and I just, I like to stay close to my enemies. And so I stayed close to them for a while until we got to a part of a different road where it was two lanes for a second and in a big, in a red light. And so I, so you were like side by side now. What I did was I pulled up next to them and even though I could have pulled up much further, I just stopped next to them for a while and kind of mean mugged them and kind of, I don't know, did whatever until I, and then I pulled out my phone to take a photo of them. The guy kind of gives me this, hey, like, hey, yeah. And so I took out my phone to take a photo of them, not because I want a photo of them, but just because I thought it might make them uncomfortable and like maybe get in their head. Like, what did I do? I'll never cut off a Volkswagen again. And then and so I just kind of took it out, took a quick photo, mostly just to get in their heads. Later on, I looked at the photo and I saw that, oh, the passenger was videotaping me the whole time, too. So we both we've we're good friends. We've documented each other. I thought you were going to say you had your camera on reverse and it was just a picture of you. When I pull up next to them, though, just so you know, my move, which doesn't really make any sense, but I don't look angry. I just try to look like kind of laughy and crazy.