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So one of my boys stayed home today cause he's sick and I decided to take him out and knock out some of the Christmas shopping for momma. I'm driving down University in West Des Moines westbound. I have a 2011 Victory Red Chevy Silverado. I've covered the front Chevy emblem and the rear Chevy emblem with a red bowtie with a white N in the middle. I further have a Nebraska sticker in my back window. So I'm driving down the road minding my own business when this guy pulls up next to me in a white Ford F-150. He proceeds to flip me off while we are driving down the road and doesn't lower his arm!? I'm like, "I know I didn't cut this guy off, I was the only vehicle on the road when I pulled out of my last stop and I didn't change lanes?" Then I notice the Iowa sticker in his back window along with the Iowa hat he's wearing. So we get side-by-side at a stop light and I put my hands up and ask him what his problem is? He says, "Your f'ing Husker sticker is my problem and f#*k you!" I asked him if that was the only reason he was flipping me off and causing a scene and he said, "Yeah!" I proceed to point out to him that I have a three year old in the truck with me and it's pretty awesome that he chooses to use that language in front of him along with flipping me the bird cause I happen to like the Huskers. I further point out to him that I've lived in this state my entire life and this is the EXACT reason why I'm not a Hawk fan....................cause ALL of their fans are giant d-bags. So he flips me off again and at this point I'm pretty pissed off, but the light turns green. We keep going down the road and he still keeps flipping me off.................the next stoplight turns red and I've had enough. So I turned the stereo up so my kid couldn't hear me and told him to ignore daddy for a second. Stuck my head out the window and just let the guy have it. I think this is when the guy realized that he's probably screwed with the wrong guy and I'm not going to take his crap. He puts his hands up in a "Okay, sorry for being a dick" type of motion and I tell him that he needs to get a life and quit judging how successful his life is by how his team plays. It's probably a good thing my boy was with me cause I might have ripped this guy out of the truck, dragged him to the curb, and beat him until he pissed blood. Could not believe that happened.......................I hate living here.