<human>: My buddy's wedding was this past Saturday in the evening. I'm not sure how your state's highways compare to the rest of the country's/world's, but interstate drivers are generally dumber than a bag of hammers here in Michigan. However, there seems to be a generally-accepted rule that one goes with the flow of traffic: keep right, pass left. Don't go 45 in the passing lane. And so on and so forth. You'd think common sense would prevail.

On one stretch of this interstate, the highway opens up to six lanes. I needed to merge onto a different highway, so I was traveling in the sixth lane (the far-most right). Because the exits are close together, I merged to the fifth lane so that the oncoming cars could seamlessly merge into that sixth lane.

As I do this, this old guy in an Audi convertible - who looked like a cross between *Die Hard*'s Hans Gruber and WWE wrestler Dolph Ziggler - realizes that he needs to exit, and tries to merge from the passing lane (lane 1) to the exiting lane (lane 6). This is a dick move, but he gets pissed at me because I singlehandedly prevented his exit.

Anyway, this guy appears to be cursing at me and begins wildly gesticulating and flipping me off in his stupid Audi. He then proceeds to pull directly behind me and gets right on my ass. I cannot see the front of his car at all in my rearview mirror - it's just his windshield and him screaming, beet red - and he's getting more intense.

He then takes out his phone or camera, takes a picture of me/my license plate, then zooms to my left, alternating between angrily shaking his fist and flipping me off while laying on the horn, until I hit my junction exit.

While I should have brake-checked this guy, I have a spotless driving record (knock on wood) and I didn't want to be late for the wedding. He still didn't need to try to move six lanes over in one fell swoop, though. 

And what's he going to do with that photograph? Post it online and hope a bunch of vigilantes key my car? I didn't understand that move, either.

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<bot>: Audi driver loses his shit over missing his exit; blames me via super intense tailgating and wild Airdancer-esque gesticulating. The bridesmaids were hotties.