<human>: So basically, I was driving home (well, I was the passenger actually) this evening where there was a lot of traffic going on in my street as there's a school near me and a Christmas play was on. This meant a lot of cars I didn't know about, including one I was behind whom I thought was being driven by my mother. We (car I was in) pull in outside our house while this pseudo-mothership does a U-turn around where a junction is. I like to mess around with my parents and they get my humour to an extent, so as this car is turning around and I think it's going to pull up alongside me, I start making gestures to it like how they "can't drive", you know, like a typical road rager, as part of banter, you know, Cheeky Nando's and all that palava. As it was at night, only when the street light shined on a bald guy in the passenger seat giving me a dirty look did I realize that it was not in fact my mother's car. I froze and sort of apologised, I don't really know how you can apologise after doing something like that. So as they found parking space three houses up, I just fled into my house in shame. So either one of three things will happen; they'll let it go and just think I'm a loony despite that being true anyway, they'll knock on my door to angrily wonder if there's something wrong with me, or I'll have the police at my door responding to a report of me swearing at them (which I never did).

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<bot>: I was a passenger behind what looked like my mum's car, I road rage at it (as a joke which she'd get) as it turns around and realise it's not her or her car.