Fat fuck in traffic throws mcbeetus at my car. So I'm driving down the street on my morning commute, post gym bliss (hit new bench PR this morning, 290lb @ 170lb body weight) and there's been a ton of construction on one of the main roads. No big deal, most people are familiar with a zipper merge and let impatient or unaware drivers that go right up to the closure to merge in.  I let a driver through then proceed forward when a giant blob in a huge SUV, sweating profusely tries to bully in. Not on my watch since there's literally no room and that's not how a zipper merge works. She continues to try and merge as I keep my lane, sipping my coffee, and enjoying my smooth jazz station. It's been really warm so my windows are closed and AC is blasting and all I see is this thing waving it's flabby soon-to-be amputated arms while shouting. I pay it no attention and just keep driving forward when I see it reach for it's beatus bag (McDowell's) and throw it at my car. Since coordination, aim, effort aren't in this beast's abilities, it actually manages to miss the car.  Being the bigger man (because of hard-earned repeated sets of heavy pick ups and put downs of the barbell), I decide to just back up a bit and let this thing through before it smashes my car in a fit of rage. On a positive note, a cute young lady driving behind me gave me a sympathetic look that I could only interpret as "fat people suck" so we're practically married now.