My father once was, at some point in our history, talking with my aunt and an old friend of the family, the three of which lived in or around Queens, NY during the early 1970s.
This lead to a discussion of proper hand signaling for other drivers who had inconvenienced you, in some way. Which lead to my, normally fairly sedate and laid back father waving his hands around in an odd pattern so as to simulate "Go Take a flying fuck at a rolling donut". It killed me. Hell, ten years later, just the very memory kills me.

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-Pasha
What was that feeling again?
Oh yes.
-Rage-