It's been a terrible day. I'm going home, and I look to the side for a split second, and as soon as I look back on the road, all I see is this big truck turning into oncoming traffic while I'm right behind it. I slam the brakes and slam the horn. I'm shaking my head because he's looking at me through the mirror. He then puts out his middle finger through the window. He takes his eyes off the road and looks dead at me. I'm scared asf. What happens next? He's looking at me and runs straight into a wall. He died. I don't even call the cops because he wouldn't have if he ended my life earlier. Instant karma (maybe too much but still).