I don't know what had happened to this man that he was going crazy while driving an orange Lamborgini through the McDonald's drive thru before 9:00 this morning. He had been driving around the parking lot maybe to survey whether it was worthy of his business. Then suddenly he decided to not wait in line and instead to forcefully cut in the McDonald's drive thru-line right behind me and was so close to hitting the rear where my scooter is on the lift. He was honking, shaking his fist out the window and yelling (I don't think anyone could tell what he was yelling). He appeared to be morbidly obese and smooshed into this small Lamborgini car and his face was heart attack red. The rest of us in line had Toyotas, Hondas, Kia, etc. And because he was shaking his fist, yelling/screaming and in a bright orange Lamborgini, it was very easy to quickly see who was the idiot making all this commotion in this long line. Many men dream of driving a Lamborgini just for one day, but this man apparently did not have that dream and instead his dream was acting out. I was placing my order at the speaker, his car was behind mine, and he was yelling out his window. I stopped, looked back at him, waved and said "thank you" and then I continued placing my order. What else do you do with someone who didn't get the e-mail that the drive thru lines for idiots was down the street. Imagine what he will be like by noon today. This encounter made me very thankful for many things in my life, mostly that I am not married to him, and came home and so enjoyed the peace and quiet there.