Part 1Crash Course in Consequences

On my way to the airport, a Porsche tried to cut me off. I didn't let him in. As a result, after he overtook me, he kept brake-checking me.

Because I was in a rush, I didn't want to get into it with a road rager, so I chose to tolerate it.

Unexpectedly, my patience only encouraged him to escalate.

In less than a hundred yards, he brake-checked me five times.

I reached my limit and decided to call the police.

While I was reading his license plate number to the dispatcher, blood rushed to my head, and I slammed on the gas, ramming right into him.

Because, while reading his plate, I realized this Porsche was the birthday gift my wife had asked me for just last week.

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Bang!

My Volkswagen Phaeton slammed directly into the rear of the Porsche.

A man in sunglasses with a cigarette dangling from his mouth got out of the Porsche. He stormed arrogantly up to my car and kicked my door: "You broke ass, did you see the badge? PORSCHE!"

"A crappy VW dares to hit a Porsche? Did you eat a leopard's heart for courage?"

When I saw a man get out of the car, my heart sank. Things were exactly as bad as I thought.

I rolled down the window and sized him up coldly, trying to glean a clue from his words and actions.

"Three million! Not a penny less, or I'll make sure you can't handle the consequences!"

He held up three fingers and shouted at me through the window.

I suppressed the urge to get out and slap him, deciding to wait and see what his relationship with my wife was.