Pennies? Really?

So, I'm going home from work today and I remember I have a gift card for this restaurant and swing by to pick up some food. It's on State St near 94, and if you know anything about this area, you know that on a rainy Friday afternoon, it is backed up. So, I'm attempting to pull out onto State St. and I wait. I wait and wait. There's a long line of cars that is bumper to bumper moving at a snails pace. There isn't going to be a gap for me to get in, ever.
So, I wait until the light turns red, traffic stops and I pull out into traffic between two cars. Apparently, the lady behind me who had stopped didn't like that I was pulling out into the line in front of her. She shows me her displeasure with a long blow of her horn. I show I don't care with my middle finger. Look lady, traffic isn't moving - I could sit there all day. Be a polite person and let cars in will ya? You didn't even have to stop. You were already stopped.
We sit for a few minutes, creeping along and then I hear a clatter all over the back of my car. It sounds like change. I think this crazy bitch just threw pennies at me. I laugh. Whatever, crazy bitch. Gimme a freakin' break.

I get home, and sure enough... I was right. She threw pennies at me.




Seriously.