You know how sometimes, when you see Justin Timberlake and a bad sci-fi movie or in a bad Ben Affleck movie, you’re like, “Dude. Give it up.” And then other times, when he’s dancing along with Jimmy Fallon or selling omelets on Saturday Night Live, you’re like, “I f*cking love Timberlake.”
This moment falls into the latter category: Overly charismatic Timberlake.
(Although, from the angle, and given the mic wire in the back, I initially thought he was sporting a ponytail, and I began to envision an unfortunate Michael-Bolton like future for him, and I fell into deep abyss of both sadness and schadenfreude).
Anyway, this is how you deal with someone who flips you off.