Have a Nice Day!

I know, I wrote in a previous post that I'd stay the hell away from Flops Communist Stupid Markets but what can I say? It's near my place.
I was driving through the parking lot when a silver SUV started backing out. I lightly tapped my horn. The SUV kept creeping out. I tapped my horn again. Still, it kept creeping out. I beeped, yet again and it kept coming. I'm sick and tired of these gas guzzling dick wipes who think they own the world because they have a vehicle that's as big as their ass. Typically these folks think that if they just keep backing out, you'll acquiesce and let them out. Not this time. I hit the gas and the horn and drove behind the offending SUV. I pulled into my spot. I intentionally park far from the door (unless it's freezing cold or rainy) so I can get some exercise unlike most slovenly peeps. The SUV driver looked in my direction as he manuevered out of his spot. I thought to myself, "bring it on motherfucker!" I was ready and I certainly wasn't going to be a pussy and hide in the car. I got out and walked toward the vehicle. The window unrolled and this yuppie cock looked at me with his best phony smile and said, "excuse me?" He thought that he'd have some fun with a typical, angry and probably hysterical female on the verge of a meltdown. I looked at him with my best fake customer service smile and said, "have a nice day, sir!" That's my standard euphimism for "fuck you" when some gives me a hard time at work and I can't really say what I think. Most of the time, I sincerely mean that phrase because most patrons are very nice. But I do reserve it for troublemakers. He replied, "you too, mam!", which made me wonder if he understood the true meaning of my nicety or was he stunned that I didn't blow up? He used "mam", which I find annoying because it has an elderly connotation to it. So I threw in a Saturday Night Live Total Bastard Airlines skit "Buh-bye" with all of the saccharine I could muster. Total douchebag!