Driving in Bizarro World

The following occurred while driving on a Sunday morning in Central Florida:

Driving down a three-lane road. Car in far right lane slows to 5 mph and starts coming over to the left. I'm in the far left lane.

The car is now in the middle lane, signaling to go left. I come to a stop, yielding to the small Toyota Corolla.

The Corolla comes to a halt. I wait. I honk. Nothing.

I drive off, my blue Focus honking by my hand as I drive past.

As I cross the intersection, I hear honking from behind. I look, and a black Toyota Tundra truck rolls past my right. The driver sticks out his hand and gives me the all-American one-finger salute.

The one thing I cannot stand is injustice.

Here, I yielded for some poor fool, and I'm the brunt of vitriol?

I honk at the huge pick-up truck. The driver honks and gives me the finger again.

We come to a stop light. He pulls up beside me and rolls down his window.

He yells something. Gestures. He sees my beard through the tinted windows and a knowing look comes across his eyes. I gesture in front of me to the Corolla that was drifting over a few moments and stoplight before. He rolls up his window.

The light turns green, and I make a left. He goes straight.

Did this driver not see what transpired before him? Did he not see the car in the middle lane? Did he not see that I was courteous on a Sunday morning, yielding to the poor old fool in the Corolla?

Would he have preferred if I had kept cruising at 50 mph, not knowing if the Corolla would continue advancing? With my CHILDREN IN THE BACKSEAT?

You be the judge.