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I'm posting this here partly because I still need a little "ventilation," but also because I just need some good DU-ers to validate that people in this world really are *this* crazy. Read on.
This morning, I was on my way to work, going 40 in a 45 zone after dropping the hubby at his office. It was sprinkling rain, but no biggie ... nothing like the heavy rain and snow I grew up navigating through in NE Ohio. Traffic was light to moderate, but I ended up trapped in the left hand lane by a big 5 year old Suburban with a "W" sticker on the back window, doing 20 mph. On top of being frustrating, this guy's driving was resulting in a line of traffic piling up behind me, and we were coming up on a couple of intersections with lights programmed to 40 mph. I don't like laying on the horn unless there's danger, so I waited, but he didn't move. I did like we do in this area at least, and gave him a single flash of the lights. Nothing aggressive. Nothing. So I fumed and waited until I could move out into the line of cars speeding past in the left lane, and passed him. The clot of traffic broke up, a light changed behind me, and I found myself with an open left lane. I was doing 44 mph when I cruised through the next intersection ...
Just past this intersection, on the right, there is the exit to the city post office. I came through the intersection, and suddenly, a huge black pickup pulled right out of the drive, directly in front of me -- and stopped dead across the southbound lanes! I don't know if he was on the phone, or looking to his right to see if anyone was coming in that direction before completing the turn, but he wasn't looking my my direction, the numb-skull.
I laid on the horn, and hit the brake with both feet ... I was literally standing on the brake, with the anti-lock brakes thrumming up through my (arthritic) legs. The guy didn't move! His driver's side door was right in front of me. I swerved as hard as I could to the right (clear lane, thank the gods), so far that my passenger side tire went onto the curb. I still hit his back bumper. It was one of those big, iron-pipe-looking back bumpers with the welded-on tow hitch, attached to a big pickup jacked about 3-4 inches. His truck didn't even move. My front bumper, grille, driver's side headlights, and front-left panel were destroyed. There might be more damage but I don't have the full report yet from the adjuster/body shop.
I pulled over immediately and grabbed my phone. In the time it took to dial 9-1-1 and look into my mirror, the black truck was gone.
Then the beige Suburban with the "W" sticker pulled over in front of me. "Thank goodness," I thought, "he witnessed it, or got the guy's license." Out jumps a (I swear!) Bill O'Lielly clone with a cheap white button-down shirt and a red tie. He storms over to my window - I'm so confused at this point and shaken up, that I roll down the window. "Did you see him?" I ask, as I'm done with the 9-1-1 operator already.
He smiles this mean smirk and says in a very bully-like tone, "That's YOUR fault, you know."
"WHAT?" I say, still dazed. "He pulled out in front of me...and left."
"You flashed your lights at me!" he says, getting red in the face. "You're a crazy man!" (I'm a woman, BTW.)
"You were going 20 in a 45," say as calmly as I can, confused by this tirade. "He left, did you see him?"
"I'm going to testify against you - you brought this on yourself, crazy man!" Now he's yelling, and red in the face, and I'm very aware that I could be in danger.
"Calm down," I say.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" he continues ranting. "I'll testify!" Then, bizarrely, "Are you going to that convention?"
I was sane enough (I think) by this point to be ready to tell him off. I mean, my vehicle is in shambles but I don't know how badly yet, I'm late to work and need to call my principal, my legs and back are killing me, and I need to call my husband. But before I even open my mouth, he turns and stomps back to his truck, slams the door, and leaves!
I know this is a very long and involved account, but I didn't want to create more questions than answers or comments through a vague account.
What is WITH this freak? Was he insane? Pissed off that a woman with Goddess and "dissent is patriotic" stickers asked him (politely, in my neck of the woods) to get a move-on? And why are these Rethugs always so MEAN??
Thanks for listening to my vent ... it's been a very stressful day (but thank goodness not as bad as it could have been!)!
:-( :mad: :wtf: :shrug: :cry:
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