I was just talking with a couple of co-workers about some incidents that I experienced in my driving career, and I thought that here would be a good place to put them as well. I'm sure all of us have had experiences liked this.
The first one, I was driving down a road in my town. I was driving my '77 Caprice at the time, which was a beastie in it's own right, when a bright yellow 70-something Camaro pulled out in front of me. The street was a 40mph zone and the guy was doing about fifteen miles per hour, which I thought was kind of funny for a car like that.
So I was behind him, about one car length behind, for maybe two miles. I was getting annoyed, at that... the guy wasn't breaking 20, and I had places to be. I may have been creeping up behind him a little bit, I don't know, but definitely not tailgating him. After a while, he came to a stop in the middle of the road.
I was annoyed, but then he got out of his car and started walking towards me. He was pretty stereotypical... stone washed jeans, wifebeater and a mullet that would make Barry Melrose jealous. As he walked towards my car, he said, "Hey, could I ask you a question?"
I figured, maybe he's lost. That'd explain why he was driving so slow. I figured I'd be nice and give the guy a break. "Sure," I replied.
"Could you tell me," he continued, "exactly why you were so far up my *ss?"
My annoyance got the better of me. "Well, if I had gone any slower, I'd have been going backwards," I said. "You know, the pedal that makes you go is one the right."
His annoyance got the better of him, as well. "Well, I'd suggest you back off," he said, and he grabbed my seatbelt (which I was not wearing). "Because next time," he said, "you'll need more than this," and he shook my not-worn seatbelt "to save you from me."
I paused for a moment, looked at him standing there shaking my seatbelt, and then burst out laughing. Which, I've learned, is the best thing to do in a situation like that -- because nobody knows exactly what to do when they make a threat and you laugh at them. He turned bright red, stomped back to his car, and romped on it.
Needless to say, I drove past him as he was spinning his tires. And that was the end of that one.
Anyone else have something like that happen to them?
The first one, I was driving down a road in my town. I was driving my '77 Caprice at the time, which was a beastie in it's own right, when a bright yellow 70-something Camaro pulled out in front of me. The street was a 40mph zone and the guy was doing about fifteen miles per hour, which I thought was kind of funny for a car like that.
So I was behind him, about one car length behind, for maybe two miles. I was getting annoyed, at that... the guy wasn't breaking 20, and I had places to be. I may have been creeping up behind him a little bit, I don't know, but definitely not tailgating him. After a while, he came to a stop in the middle of the road.
I was annoyed, but then he got out of his car and started walking towards me. He was pretty stereotypical... stone washed jeans, wifebeater and a mullet that would make Barry Melrose jealous. As he walked towards my car, he said, "Hey, could I ask you a question?"
I figured, maybe he's lost. That'd explain why he was driving so slow. I figured I'd be nice and give the guy a break. "Sure," I replied.
"Could you tell me," he continued, "exactly why you were so far up my *ss?"
My annoyance got the better of me. "Well, if I had gone any slower, I'd have been going backwards," I said. "You know, the pedal that makes you go is one the right."
His annoyance got the better of him, as well. "Well, I'd suggest you back off," he said, and he grabbed my seatbelt (which I was not wearing). "Because next time," he said, "you'll need more than this," and he shook my not-worn seatbelt "to save you from me."
I paused for a moment, looked at him standing there shaking my seatbelt, and then burst out laughing. Which, I've learned, is the best thing to do in a situation like that -- because nobody knows exactly what to do when they make a threat and you laugh at them. He turned bright red, stomped back to his car, and romped on it.
Needless to say, I drove past him as he was spinning his tires. And that was the end of that one.
Anyone else have something like that happen to them?