So I'm driving back from a bar in Brookfield and hop on I-55. Running through traffic and behind a dodge charger for a while. Get out of the lane, someone cuts me off, run into the far right lane and hear a whistle. It's the guy in the dodge giving me the metal horns. Keep going, get off at my exit and I see that the guy is following me. I'm in the turn lane the guy drives up and talks, compliments me on my hat. I say yea, it's a good one. He says, you can't see my face can you? I could but just enough to someone be able to figure it out. Sit at the light for a few and then make my turn. At this point my girlfriend says, you know who that just was, Bobby Frigin Jenks.
Made my day, month, year possibly.