Scolai
Active Member
So I had this experience a few weeks ago on my way to work. For the record, my 15-year-old son was in the car with me.
I was driving down a 3-lane road which had been partially washed out in Hurricane Matthew. Construction had closed the west-bound side of this road (which I use in the morning), forcing traffic into the center turn lane to get around the work. I was approaching this construction when some dickhead in a work truck tried to drive me into the cones marking the construction zone. I got in front of him, but not without a hard look as if to say, "Dude! What the fuck?!"
Just beyond the construction is a 4-way traffic light. I caught the light first, and homeboy was sitting on my ass the whole time. The light turns green and I'm off through the intersection with Speedy Fucking Gonzalez on my ass. 2 miles up the street is the entry to the campus of the college at which I teach. I touched the brakes to slow for the turn, and Asshole back there damn near drives through me. I pulled into the turn lane as he swerved around me.
Now, here's where it gets interesting. Dumbass gets about 50 ft past me and STOPS in the middle of traffic. For just a second I see him sitting there before driving on slowly. He proceeded to a service entrance at the rear of campus and entered the parking area. I watched him cruise across the lot coming after me. "Game on, bitch," I thought. I told my son to keep an eye on him. I drove through campus toward the Automotive Repair department, which is a gated space. We lost sight of the guy behind a building. I turned around to watch, and sure enough, the tailgater followed me into a GATED AREA.
I rolled down my window, and the conversation went thus:
Me, incredulous: "What in the hell are you doing?"
Him, sternly: "Why did you hit you brakes and try to wreck me?"
Me: "I was pulling onto campus. You would have been fine if you hadn't been riding my ass the entire way here."
Him: "You didn't need to hit your brakes."
Me: " I WAS MAKING A LEGAL TURN! Here's the rub, man. You were in such a damned hurry that you tailgated me all the way here, and then, given the chance to just go on with your business, decided to follow me all the way into this gated area of campus. I do have to thank you, though, for giving me the chance to get your business name and truck number. I'll be making a call in just a bit."
Him: "You do that. I'll tell them how you hit your brakes and tried to wreck me."
Me: "I'm sure they'll be sympathetic. Just don't leave out the part about riding my ass for 3 miles."
He throws it in reverse and pulls off with a few parting words.
As we were watching the guy leave, my son looks at me and says, "It's all right dad. I could have taken him."
I was driving down a 3-lane road which had been partially washed out in Hurricane Matthew. Construction had closed the west-bound side of this road (which I use in the morning), forcing traffic into the center turn lane to get around the work. I was approaching this construction when some dickhead in a work truck tried to drive me into the cones marking the construction zone. I got in front of him, but not without a hard look as if to say, "Dude! What the fuck?!"
Just beyond the construction is a 4-way traffic light. I caught the light first, and homeboy was sitting on my ass the whole time. The light turns green and I'm off through the intersection with Speedy Fucking Gonzalez on my ass. 2 miles up the street is the entry to the campus of the college at which I teach. I touched the brakes to slow for the turn, and Asshole back there damn near drives through me. I pulled into the turn lane as he swerved around me.
Now, here's where it gets interesting. Dumbass gets about 50 ft past me and STOPS in the middle of traffic. For just a second I see him sitting there before driving on slowly. He proceeded to a service entrance at the rear of campus and entered the parking area. I watched him cruise across the lot coming after me. "Game on, bitch," I thought. I told my son to keep an eye on him. I drove through campus toward the Automotive Repair department, which is a gated space. We lost sight of the guy behind a building. I turned around to watch, and sure enough, the tailgater followed me into a GATED AREA.
I rolled down my window, and the conversation went thus:
Me, incredulous: "What in the hell are you doing?"
Him, sternly: "Why did you hit you brakes and try to wreck me?"
Me: "I was pulling onto campus. You would have been fine if you hadn't been riding my ass the entire way here."
Him: "You didn't need to hit your brakes."
Me: " I WAS MAKING A LEGAL TURN! Here's the rub, man. You were in such a damned hurry that you tailgated me all the way here, and then, given the chance to just go on with your business, decided to follow me all the way into this gated area of campus. I do have to thank you, though, for giving me the chance to get your business name and truck number. I'll be making a call in just a bit."
Him: "You do that. I'll tell them how you hit your brakes and tried to wreck me."
Me: "I'm sure they'll be sympathetic. Just don't leave out the part about riding my ass for 3 miles."
He throws it in reverse and pulls off with a few parting words.
As we were watching the guy leave, my son looks at me and says, "It's all right dad. I could have taken him."
