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I have been a licensed driver for almost 30 years, and yesterday I had the most terrifying experience I have ever had while driving.
I left work early to pick up one of my cats from the vet. He had a surgical procedure, nothing life threatning, but still it was surgery, so he was not feeling his best. This is one reason why this experience was even worse for me than it would have been otherwise. Mess with me, that's bad enough, but mess with my 4-legged baby, and I will lose my shit.
On the way home, I'm driving on the interstate and come to a part where two lanes kind of fork to the right, and three lanes go straight into the downtown part of my city. I'm in the left lane of the right fork, when all of a sudden a car directly to my left in one of the going straight lanes decides to change over into my lane, right on top of me. I see him coming, and in a panic, lay on my horn. Usually when this happens, the other driver realizes their error and immediately corrects back into their lane. Not this guy, he just keeps coming over. Fortunately, no one was in the lane to my right so I immediately get over trying to get away from the idiot.
I am angry, needless to say, but still willing to chalk it up to an error in judgment by the other driver. Then, the next thing I know, here he comes into my lane AGAIN! Of course I'm blowing my horn like crazy, but it doesn't matter, he still just comes over, literally forcing me off the road onto the shoulder/emergency breakdown lane. Thank goodness there wasn't a broken down car or debris in this section, because I had to drive on the shoulder for several seconds (though it seemed like so much longer) until I could get on the road again. At this point the other driver is behind me. I am really convinced that there was no way the second time was an accident and they forced me off the road on purpose because you know, how DARE I blow at them for trying to get in my lane the first time.
At this point, I decide to call the police so I slow way down to get the other car to go around me so I can get their license plate #. As they come up beside me in the middle lane, I see the passenger window is down. I'm not proud of this part, but I rolled my window down and as they drew up alongside of me, I see that it's two middle-aged looking men and they are actually looking over and SMIRKING at me! I competely and totally lose my mind to the rage and screamed some words at them that I won't repeat here. They change lanes again and get back in front of me, and I grab my cell phone to call the police. Well, surprise surprise...they don't have a regular license tag, it's a paper dealer tag so here they are driving around like lunatics in a brand new car.
At this point there is an exit ramp, which they conveniently get off on. I don't know if that's where they were going to get off anyway or if they saw me with my cell phone and thought I might be calling the cops. For a moment, I considered following them, not to confront them, but to at least get the make and model of the car to make a report. The ONLY reason I didn't is because I figured my cat had already been through enough that day and needed to get home.
I got home and called my husband immediately, I was pretty much in hysterics. I wish I had waited to calm down before I called him because he was infuriated and wanted to find and kill them. Needless to say it took a while and several alcoholic beverages for me to calm down last night!
I left work early to pick up one of my cats from the vet. He had a surgical procedure, nothing life threatning, but still it was surgery, so he was not feeling his best. This is one reason why this experience was even worse for me than it would have been otherwise. Mess with me, that's bad enough, but mess with my 4-legged baby, and I will lose my shit.
On the way home, I'm driving on the interstate and come to a part where two lanes kind of fork to the right, and three lanes go straight into the downtown part of my city. I'm in the left lane of the right fork, when all of a sudden a car directly to my left in one of the going straight lanes decides to change over into my lane, right on top of me. I see him coming, and in a panic, lay on my horn. Usually when this happens, the other driver realizes their error and immediately corrects back into their lane. Not this guy, he just keeps coming over. Fortunately, no one was in the lane to my right so I immediately get over trying to get away from the idiot.
I am angry, needless to say, but still willing to chalk it up to an error in judgment by the other driver. Then, the next thing I know, here he comes into my lane AGAIN! Of course I'm blowing my horn like crazy, but it doesn't matter, he still just comes over, literally forcing me off the road onto the shoulder/emergency breakdown lane. Thank goodness there wasn't a broken down car or debris in this section, because I had to drive on the shoulder for several seconds (though it seemed like so much longer) until I could get on the road again. At this point the other driver is behind me. I am really convinced that there was no way the second time was an accident and they forced me off the road on purpose because you know, how DARE I blow at them for trying to get in my lane the first time.
At this point, I decide to call the police so I slow way down to get the other car to go around me so I can get their license plate #. As they come up beside me in the middle lane, I see the passenger window is down. I'm not proud of this part, but I rolled my window down and as they drew up alongside of me, I see that it's two middle-aged looking men and they are actually looking over and SMIRKING at me! I competely and totally lose my mind to the rage and screamed some words at them that I won't repeat here. They change lanes again and get back in front of me, and I grab my cell phone to call the police. Well, surprise surprise...they don't have a regular license tag, it's a paper dealer tag so here they are driving around like lunatics in a brand new car.
At this point there is an exit ramp, which they conveniently get off on. I don't know if that's where they were going to get off anyway or if they saw me with my cell phone and thought I might be calling the cops. For a moment, I considered following them, not to confront them, but to at least get the make and model of the car to make a report. The ONLY reason I didn't is because I figured my cat had already been through enough that day and needed to get home.
I got home and called my husband immediately, I was pretty much in hysterics. I wish I had waited to calm down before I called him because he was infuriated and wanted to find and kill them. Needless to say it took a while and several alcoholic beverages for me to calm down last night!
But believe me, she has very much turned me into a "crazy cat lady" 
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