Jefe: ".. but I'll win the war you bastard"

I'm driving down the highway, I change lanes, and there waiting to turn onto the highway is an old man in a big green truck giving me the finger. His wrinkled visage screwed up into a grumpy frown, he was waving his middle digit at me to make sure I saw him. That or he was implying some further indiscretion...

I found this puzzling and the only theory that I could come up with was that when I pulled into the right hand lane I had delayed his entry for about 3 seconds and thus bringing his ire down upon me. Either way it just didn't sit well with me.

First of all: I'm not super-keen on old people driving. At all.

Second: I don't like getting the finger from senior citizens. Especially when I pay through the freaking nose for Social Security and Medicare to lube up said finger with whatever gel old people baste themselves with.

...

All of this was on the way to Best Buy where I had to buy a cell-phone for one of the company's Veeps. When I finally got to the checkout line after virtuously denying myself the CDs I wanted to buy for myself, the freaking attendent challenged me for an ID. When it became clear that while the Jefe and his boss are tight, use of said boss's AMEX for a cellphone wasn't going to fly, I had to whip out my own debit card and lay down 85 of the Jefe's sweet,sweet monies.

The Jefe was not pleased.

He almost gave them the finger.

But then the Jefe's still got a lot of life to live.
El Jefe