Red Light Green Light

I was in a hurry to get to work and in out of the hot sun as I scooted along Congress St. during Friday's evening rush hour. At Stone Ave. I stopped for the red light and waited for the few cars to go by before I made a left turn on the red light. Some people don't know it but it's legal to make a left turn on a red light if you're turning from a one way street onto a one way street. Thinking I had shaved a couple of minutes from my stay in the sun, I felt my smile turn to a frown as the car in front of me stopped in the middle of swithching lanes, from the one I was in to the left turn lane. As if paralyzed by doubt, the driver looked from side to side as the seconds ticked by and my green light turned to red.
When he finally moved, he was the first one at the intersection in the lane that must turn left. Looking at the light I could see that car in my peripheral vision & wondered if he was going to turn when all the Broadway traffic had gone by. He didn't budge. Thinking that he must be a tourist I turned to look at the car and saw that the man was gesturing to me. So I looked more closely and saw that he was asking me to let him go ahead of me back into the lane. No fucking way, I thought as I shook my head. If I could have talked to him I would have told him that my scooter is very quick off the mark and he was free to follow behind me. Then I would have reminded him of how he had made me miss the green light by dawdling while blocking two lanes of traffic, making it crystal clear that he wasn't sure of where he's going.
Since I wasn't able to explain to him that I had a limited amount of time and I couldn't afford to be slowed down by a driver whose uncertainty caused him to drive erratically and slowly, in stops and starts that are frustrating to follow.  The look of disbelief and the way he threw up his hands when I shook my head is probably a clear indication that he thought I was rude for not giving him the right away. I may have tarnished Tucson's reputation as a city with polite drivers. But I'm sure that opinion would change if I were able to explain to him the great restraint that it took to keep myself from saluting him with my middle finger, instead of just shaking my head, when he had the balls to ask if I'd let him ahead of me after he caused me to miss the green light.