Psycho tries to beat up my car

[bhskittykatt]

So, had a very uncomfortable and awkward encounter this morning that pissed me off.

I'm at my first drop-site in front of a gas station, loading up my car with Sunday papers. Some older guy walks by, I say "Good Morning." He glares and grumbles something and walks on. Okay, whatever, I get it. No one is really awake at 4am (and if they tell you otherwise, they're a liar).

So I'm loading up my car, and this guy keeps looking back at me. I get my papers loaded, get in the car, and am about to head out when someone taps at my passenger-side window. I look over and see that guy leaning down and looking in my car. So I get out.

Guy: "What do you want?" *glaring at me*
Me: "Uh...all I said was 'Good Morning'."
Guy: "Oh." *grumbles something and moves on*

O...kay.....

So I get back in the car, and suddenly I hear something hitting my car and it sounds like someone is fiddling with my rear passenger door handle.

So I throw my car into gear as fast as I could and drove about 15 feet or so. I stop and get out of the car and the guy is starting to walk away.

Me: "WHAT THE F**K IS YOUR PROBLEM!"
Guy: *mumbles something*
Me: "YOU SOME KING OF F**KING PSYCHO?!? DON'T TOUCH MY CAR AGAIN!"

He ignored me. I drove to my other dropsite to get more papers, just wanting to put as much distance between me and him as possible.

I checked on the area where the guy had been hitting my car. The guy had managed to push in my gas-cap cover in far enough to jam it so I couldn't open it. Good thing I didn't need to fill up that morning! I was able to pry it back in place when I got home, but jeez.

What the actual f**k was that about?!?

[South Texan]

Someone got off his meds...

Glad that was all he did, but sorry it happened at all.

[XCashier]

I hope that's all he did. You might want to give the car another look over. Check your tires, too.

Geez, what a loony.

[Evannah]

Woah. You can't even say 'good morning' now without someone taking offense. I smiled at a woman at work earlier and she glared at me in disgust and then walked off grumbling. I just don't get it.

[Dark Psion]

Could have been worse;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv0onXhyLlE

[blas]

Sorry, but as a former night shift worker who still can't shake the night vibes, I'm almost guaranteed totally awake at 4 am. Not in a perky go go go way, but awake enough to be alert.

I'll never sleep at night.

[Jarlaxle]

bye....................................

[An Haddock]

Me: "YOU SOME KING OF F**KING PSYCHO?!? DON'T TOUCH MY CAR AGAIN!"

He ignored me. I drove to my other dropsite to get more papers, just wanting to put as much distance between me and him as possible.

I checked on the area where the guy had been hitting my car. The guy had managed to push in my gas-cap cover in far enough to jam it so I couldn't open it. Good thing I didn't need to fill up that morning! I was able to pry it back in place when I got home, but jeez.

What the actual f**k was that about?!?

Would the gas station have surveillance cameras pointed to where your car was? At the very least I'd contact them and let them know what happened so they can keep an eye out for a potentially dangerous psycho. They might be able to pull up some video of him, too.

I guess you couldn't make out what he was mumbling? Probably some schizo nut who was off his meds.



There's an insane asylum around a half hour's drive from where I live... it's a mile or so from a semi-main highway. Me and a friend had stopped at a gas station where the nuthouse's road connects to the highway. As we were filling up I asked the guy if they ever had escapees stop by.

"Yep. All the time. Sometimes they want to use the phone, sometimes they stand here waiting for a bus that never comes. I lock myself in the office and call the cops. Happens around once a month."

Worse, there's a small housing community on the other end of the road where the asylum is. My friend dated a girl who lived there and she said once in a while someone wearing scrubs or pajamas (or less!) would come knocking at her door to use the phone. She eventually moved.

[retro]

There's an insane asylum ...

Are they still called that these days?

[An Haddock]

Are they still called that these days?

"psychiatric hospital"

or nuthouse, looney bin, or my favorite: cracker factory

[ADeMartino]

Someone got off his meds...

Glad that was all he did, but sorry it happened at all.

When I delivered pizza ('way back when), it was fairly common for people too try the back doors of my car while I was waiting for a light or in a parking lot, particularly the passenger side. That's where I kept the hot box (really showing my age there, ha ha!). They figured they could nab a free pizza and run before I could reach them. Sucked to be them; that particular car had power door locks.

Prior to that vehicle, i had an even older model that did NOT have power locks, and on at least two occasions I had people try to bum a ride. They 'asked' by opening the passenger door and getting in while I'd be waiting for the light or something similar - and then actually REFUSING to get back out. Tragic, tragic mistake that lead to a broken nose and two broken teeth for one fellow. Illumination was actually the SECONDARY function of my Mag Light, see. Once I started swingin', he couldn't get out fast enough.

Why so extreme a response? It wasn't really a 'ride' they were after. It was the prelude to a robbery.

[Jester]

No one is really awake at 4am (and if they tell you otherwise, they're a liar).

I am often awake at 4 am. As long as you include in the definition of "awake" drunk as a skunk and still out causing mayhem and mischief...

Not only is my wife awake at 4am, she is alert, coherent, and, CHEERFUL

Creeeeeepy......

[taxguykarl]

"psychiatric hospital"

or nuthouse, looney bin, or my favorite: cracker factory

Mental institution, Psychoneurotic Institute for the Very, VERY Nervous, cukoo's nest, cukoo house (as one ex-gf called it).

[ADeMartino]

State Home for the Bewildered?

[MadMike]

Why so extreme a response? It wasn't really a 'ride' they were after. It was the prelude to a robbery.

I almost got into a situation like that a few years back. I had picked up a friend who lived in a bad part of the city, and taken her out to the bar with me. When I pulled up to her house to drop her off, some guy came up to my window and started saying something. I rolled down the window just a crack, so I could hear what he was saying, and he was asking me to give him a ride somewhere. I simply told him, "I don't know you!" and he vanished.

I couldn't see where he disappeared to, and neither could my friend, so she called her husband, who is a big, scary ex-marine, and he came to the car and escorted her safely back to their house. As soon as she was out, I made sure all the doors were locked and got the hell out of there.