The lights near our road turned to red - there was just the one car in front of me, and Idiot Boy In His Fancy Car. The lights went green, and myself and the car in front both started to continue as you would (me about to turn right into Park Lane, while a bus turned left from Park Lane onto the main road where we were, the direction I was about to turn. Idiot Boy In His Fancy Car decided that this was the time to overtake myself and the car in front, swerve to avoid a head-on collision with the bus (which did an emergency stop, not unlike the car in front in fact), then just drive up to the Wallington Green lights on the other side of the road, ignoring the red lights, to make it across that junction.
At that point I turned to get home - but god - I was shaking for a while afterwards. Lucky I had my wits about me and wasn't the first in line at the lights. Amazingly Idiot Boy didn't hit anyone, but he did leave a lot of drivers wondering what on earth had just happened.
I just wish I had the kind of memory that remembered number plates, as I'd have reported him for dangerous driving. Bleh.