Okay, here's a juicy one for ya... LOL.
I'm driving along minding my own business today... As I pass a car on the right, I can't help but notice the guy driving is talking on a cellphone... Doesn't look like he's paying attention to anything so I kind of move a little more to the right but I'm really not that worried because my vehicle is a friggin' giant-sized vehicle that most people move out of the way for when they see me in their rearview mirrors...
No probs...
So now I'm ahead of this guy and IN the right hand lane... He's still in the left lane. We're on a very long boulevard just going with the flow of traffic...
No probs...
I totally fughedaboud the guy... About 5 minutes later, I notice he's now ahead of me but still in the left hand lane...
No probs...
I keep my speed nice and steady... I figure this guy must be doing okay driving and being on the cellphone at the same time...
No probs...
I keep my speed nice and steady and he falls back a little in his car...
No probs...
All of a sudden he SWERVES into the right lane DIRECTLY in front of me and BARELY misses me...
No probs...
But I do hit my horn strictly from reaction... I didn't even think about it. I hit the horn when this guy is literally INCHES in front of me.
HE STOPS HIS CAR!
HE GETS OUT OF HIS CAR!
I GET OUT OF MY GIANT SUV!
HE WALKS TOWARD ME CALLING ME AN ASSHOLE!
I WALK TOWARD HIM TELLING HIM HE'S GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!
HE TURNS AROUND AND HEADS BACK TO HIS CAR!
I KEEP WALKING TOWARD HIS CAR!
AS I REACH HIM AT HIS CAR, HE'S REACHING INSIDE HIS CAR!
I LOOK INSIDE AND HE'S PULLING OUT A .22 CALIBER RUGER AUTOMATIC (YES I KNOW THINGS LIKE THAT)!
AS HE ATTEMPTS TO WHIP IT OUT OF THE WINDOW AND APPARENTLY GUN ME THE FUCK DOWN, I SUCKER PUNCH HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND HE SLUMPS OVER LIKE A WET NOODLE BUT HOLDS ON TO THE WEAPON!
I RETRIEVE THE WEAPON FROM HIS HAND!
THIS GUY IS OUT COLD AND NOW I HAVE HIS GUN IN MY HAND!
YES, FOR JUST A SECOND, I THOUGHT ABOUT SLAPPING ONE IN HIS NOGGIN' BUT I RESISTED TEMPTATION!
NOW ALL KINDS OF CARS ARE HONKING!
I TAKE THE .22 - HEAD BACK TO MY VEHICLE - WRITE DOWN THE LICENSE PLATE NUMBER OF HIS VEHICLE - AND HEAD OUT!
I DRIVE TO A POLICE STATION AND TELL THEM WHAT HAPPENED!
THEY TREAT ME LIKE CRAP AND TAKE THE .22 AWAY FROM ME!
I GO BACK TO MY HOTEL ROOM AND RELAX.
Just another Wednesday... LOL. But seriously, this kind of crap happens to me a few times a year. I'm a friggin' magnet for people who want to do me harm. LOL.
Okay, did that break the silence?
filmy