Although even though I was seething, I found it rather amusing when the old biddy did about 70 to get away from me (as if I'm that petty to run up behind her and flash my lights like a cnut). I'm sure she didn't realise that it's a 60 road and I was doing *shock horror* 60.
So when do insurance premiums go up for the wrinklies, since I've never had so many near deadly encounters with people under 65.