TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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On my way home, there are several lights and/or turns that I have to make. One is a right at the light at the corner of ABC and XYZ. It's slightly drizzly out and foggy today, so the roads are a wee bit slick, but nothing major. I pull up to the red light at ABC and XYZ and sit, waiting for oncoming traffic to break so I can make my right. Anyway, I wait and wait and finally, there is a break in traffic, so I turn right. Shortly after I turn right, I notice this blue pickup on my tail, but think nothing of it. When he continues to follow me down the route I normally take to get home, I kind of wonder but I'm still thinking nothing of it. He could be, after all,heading into city proper for all I know. Or points beyond.
Anyway..the guy continues to follow me, right into our subdivision, which I think is wierd but hey,he could live in our subdivision or one of the neighboring ones behind and to the left of us for all I know. I turn on the street that dead ends into my street and he's still behind me which starts to creep me out. I go past my house and he is still with me, which causes me to start freaking out a bit. After about ten minutes of driving round the neighborhood, Blue Pickup guy is still on my butt and I'm really scared. I don't know what else to do except go home, so I pull into my driveway, put the car in park, yank up on the parking break and lock the doors. The windows are already all the way up and I turn off the radio, watching Blue Pickup guy sitting in his truck at the bottom of my driveway. Right about then, I'm wishing I had a cellphone or some pepper spray or something because the guy is just sitting there, staring at me from his truck. My heart was racing about a zillion miles an hour and I don't know what to do.
Finally, after about five minutes or so, the guy gets out of his truck and comes storming up my driveway (a difficult feat even when it's not raining because of the angle). I pray he slips and falls down into the gutter at the bottom near the sidewalk but nothing happens and he bangs on my window. I kind of meep softly to myself and roll down the window about a half inch, maybe less. That's when Blue Pickup guy starts going off on me, screaming that I rolled right on through the red at ABC/XYZ and that I should be more aware of the road conditions. He says the only reason I still HAVE a car is because he has ABS or something and that I should be more aware of my driving.
I was absolutely terrified. I kinda mumbled "I'm sorry" a few times and rolled the window back up,shaking like a leaf. I waited until Blue Pick up guy had driven around the corner and out of sight before I got out of the car and ran inside, shaking all over.
I've heard of road rage, but never really experienced it till now.
What a scary thing to experience. I hope I never have to go through something like that again.
I guess Blue Pickup Guy felt justified in yelling at me because he thought I was some stupid high school kid driving Mommy and Daddy's car. I have been told in the past that I look like a HS senior, instead of somebody 2 1/2 years shy of 30.
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Anyway..the guy continues to follow me, right into our subdivision, which I think is wierd but hey,he could live in our subdivision or one of the neighboring ones behind and to the left of us for all I know. I turn on the street that dead ends into my street and he's still behind me which starts to creep me out. I go past my house and he is still with me, which causes me to start freaking out a bit. After about ten minutes of driving round the neighborhood, Blue Pickup guy is still on my butt and I'm really scared. I don't know what else to do except go home, so I pull into my driveway, put the car in park, yank up on the parking break and lock the doors. The windows are already all the way up and I turn off the radio, watching Blue Pickup guy sitting in his truck at the bottom of my driveway. Right about then, I'm wishing I had a cellphone or some pepper spray or something because the guy is just sitting there, staring at me from his truck. My heart was racing about a zillion miles an hour and I don't know what to do.
Finally, after about five minutes or so, the guy gets out of his truck and comes storming up my driveway (a difficult feat even when it's not raining because of the angle). I pray he slips and falls down into the gutter at the bottom near the sidewalk but nothing happens and he bangs on my window. I kind of meep softly to myself and roll down the window about a half inch, maybe less. That's when Blue Pickup guy starts going off on me, screaming that I rolled right on through the red at ABC/XYZ and that I should be more aware of the road conditions. He says the only reason I still HAVE a car is because he has ABS or something and that I should be more aware of my driving.
I was absolutely terrified. I kinda mumbled "I'm sorry" a few times and rolled the window back up,shaking like a leaf. I waited until Blue Pick up guy had driven around the corner and out of sight before I got out of the car and ran inside, shaking all over.
I've heard of road rage, but never really experienced it till now.
What a scary thing to experience. I hope I never have to go through something like that again.I guess Blue Pickup Guy felt justified in yelling at me because he thought I was some stupid high school kid driving Mommy and Daddy's car. I have been told in the past that I look like a HS senior, instead of somebody 2 1/2 years shy of 30.
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I would of drove around until he obviously lost interest or would of pulled into a PUBLIC lot ...lol glad nothing worse came of it, hopefully he wont stew about it and decide to come back to get revenge 
The police station really isn't far from my house, maybe five minutes. I should've gone there. I know that now. Next time this happens I will. 
That really scared me to death, although DH didn't seem as concerned as I was for some wierd reason. 
