How angry are some people?

Just remembered the thread title. Here's the op:

Coming home I stop at the lights at Finsbury Park. Unusually the forward box has no cars or motorbikes in it so I adjust my position a bit ready for that sprint to the next junction. There's a big old lorry behind me and I hear what I just about recognise as human speech coming from the cab. I shuffle back to see what the driver wants. He's an old man, about 120 by the look of it. Not aged well either, looks like a gargoyle made of candle wax and cigarette ash. He tells me I shouldn't have been moving around infront of him. I politely point out that it's a space meant for cyclists and he has driven two feet into it.
He says something else, Iforget what, being distracted by the fact that this lorry is being driven by a talking corpse. There's a younger man next to him who says nothing. Anyway after a few more attempts to be nice to the morgue's poster-boy, who is getting more and more testy, I decide my only option is to employ my favouriter method of winding up drivers.
So I say to him "You know you're really sexy when you're angry. Anyone ever tell you that before?". There is, as always, a moment's silence while the words sink in. Then he comes back with the cutting rejoinder "Gay. You're gay". I'm sort of impressed that this escapee from the funeral parlour has said 'gay' rather than something more pre-war. His young colleague meanwhile appears to have slipped into a waking coma, possibly at the thought of anyone mentioning sex in connection with Piltdown Man.
I blow him a kiss and, as the lights change, ride on knowing I have won this one without having been aggressive and that I have put images in his friend's head that no ammount of ECT will ever remove.

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