You're Gonna Have to Serve Somebody

After attending the Buffalo Old Home Week brunch at the Hoyt Casino this morning and the Elmwood Festival of the Arts this afternoon, I let Val rest while I went grocery shopping at Wegmans.
I took one of two normal routes, Richmond Avenue to Forest Avenue to Grant Street to Amherst Street, and as I came to the circle at Richmond and West Ferry, traffic was pretty busy. I stopped and waited until traffic cleared enough for me to enter the circle, making sure the vehicle coming into the circle off West Ferry Street in front of me was far enough ahead, which it was. As I entered the circle, the driver of the next vehicle (a white minivan) decided that stopping at a stop sign was beneath him, and after slowing down and watching me approach, drove into the circle very close to me, forcing me to hit the breaks.
I raised up my arms in the universal "What (the hell) are you doing?" gesture; the driver, a man, yelled something in a guttural voice to me and returned my attention with the universal "Fuck you" gesture, which contrasted from his license plate, which read "LET GOD." Let God what, have to take time to make sure your asinine driving habits don't cause accidents, slappy?
It may be the devil, or it may be the Lord ...