First off, that red thing a block ago? That was a stop sign. You were supposed to apply the brakes.
Secondly, in America, when making a turn, we generally only use one of the two lanes in the road (i.e., not the one that might contain another car or bicyclist on his way to work). I'd go into how easy it is to make a turn signal in today's modern car, but I've given up on that. The savages have won.
You did look very happy talking on your phone, but did you ever stop to consider the person on the other end? Do they really want to listen to your bullshit at 8:15 in the morning?
"Guess what? I'm driving to work!"
"Daddy's little girl has certainly grown up."
"How's your day going?"
"I dunno. It's 8:15. It hasn't started yet."
However, if I hadn't stopped to yell at you, I might have missed seeing the following things on my way to work:
A black cat wearing a fluorescent pink cast chasing a bird
A fat guy with no shirt on, man boobs out in proud defiance of the laws of both God and man, pushing a dog in a baby cart in the 40 degree weather. He looked a lot like a younger version of this guy:
A woman in a '70s Cadillac singing along to the Eagles with the window open
A woman on the Riverwalk singing over and over again, "Jesus, Lord almighty."
It was like I was in an art film (the kitty with a cast represented my soul), or perhaps you actually did hit me like you wanted to and I was stuck in some sort of weird purgatory until I could absolve my sins.
So actually, thanks for running that stop sign, making a wide turn with no signals and almost hitting me. It started the day off on a surreal note.