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No really It's "fun"....
Translation: File this under "Life experiences I prefer NOT to deal with again..."
Yesterday, driving to the local DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) to go get my drivers license renewed (it was to expire at the end of this month), I had to deal with a few idiots, being the day after the Easter Holiday (Don't you just love us... Holiday happens, and instead of taking say... Thursday through Sunday off for vacation, they take Friday through Monday off). Well pulling into the driveway of the shopping plaza where the local DMV office was, I slow down at a busy of the plaza's roads. When all of the sudden some idiot lays on his horn. Apparently, in my quest to drive the last 150 feet safely before arriving at the doors of the DMV, and NOT crash into anyone, someone really has to make sure I know, that they have to get to the lunch special of all you can eat buffalo wings at the local restaurant.
I am not amused about asshole drivers. Am I Impatient sometimes? yes... but I'm not so impatient to hold on the horn for 3 seconds at someone for having the urge to NOT DIE!
So returning a "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot"/rude gesture in return, I decide to get out of the idiot's way and go park the car, only to look up, and see the moron who held the horn, drive in a fashion, that I know, from seeing people drive for so many years, the sign that this guy is not happy... more so when I see him hop out, and start shouting at me...
No big deal right? Well right, up until he pulled a billyclub/nightstick from his car.
Yes, you read that right. he pulled a weapon, in broad daylight, with plenty of potential witnesses, and start waving it around.....
Oh but it get's better. The guy then figured, "Hey, ya this might not look good for me if someone see's me threatening to attack with a weapon in my hand" so back into his car goes the club... and instead he walks over to yell at me some more... and through the tiny crack I allowed for communication I said "Look sir... I apologize for the gesture.... but you pulled a weapon on me, and began threatening me with it, so I suggest you get away from me right now."
This guy possibly did the "Smartest" thing he could do right there in then, now unarmed, and next to me, still in a running car, ready to flee for help, if this got ugly....
He threatened to pull me out of the car....
Strike 3, doors locked, windows raised,... and to add on to this new experience of being threatened by this maniac, I got to also experience the wonders of 911 Emergency Operators.
It's also amazing how a middle age lunatic all of the sudden flees when the panic dawns on him, that my patience has ended, and that with a Police station about 5 minutes away, he might want to run before they get there.
When the police arrived, I filed my report, the officer and I just shook our heads at the road rage in these days. and as the officer said... someone like that, is just bound to commit the same thing again, and when he does, this report isn't going to reflect well on him.
Translation: File this under "Life experiences I prefer NOT to deal with again..."
Yesterday, driving to the local DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) to go get my drivers license renewed (it was to expire at the end of this month), I had to deal with a few idiots, being the day after the Easter Holiday (Don't you just love us... Holiday happens, and instead of taking say... Thursday through Sunday off for vacation, they take Friday through Monday off). Well pulling into the driveway of the shopping plaza where the local DMV office was, I slow down at a busy of the plaza's roads. When all of the sudden some idiot lays on his horn. Apparently, in my quest to drive the last 150 feet safely before arriving at the doors of the DMV, and NOT crash into anyone, someone really has to make sure I know, that they have to get to the lunch special of all you can eat buffalo wings at the local restaurant.
I am not amused about asshole drivers. Am I Impatient sometimes? yes... but I'm not so impatient to hold on the horn for 3 seconds at someone for having the urge to NOT DIE!
So returning a "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot"/rude gesture in return, I decide to get out of the idiot's way and go park the car, only to look up, and see the moron who held the horn, drive in a fashion, that I know, from seeing people drive for so many years, the sign that this guy is not happy... more so when I see him hop out, and start shouting at me...
No big deal right? Well right, up until he pulled a billyclub/nightstick from his car.
Yes, you read that right. he pulled a weapon, in broad daylight, with plenty of potential witnesses, and start waving it around.....
Oh but it get's better. The guy then figured, "Hey, ya this might not look good for me if someone see's me threatening to attack with a weapon in my hand" so back into his car goes the club... and instead he walks over to yell at me some more... and through the tiny crack I allowed for communication I said "Look sir... I apologize for the gesture.... but you pulled a weapon on me, and began threatening me with it, so I suggest you get away from me right now."
This guy possibly did the "Smartest" thing he could do right there in then, now unarmed, and next to me, still in a running car, ready to flee for help, if this got ugly....
He threatened to pull me out of the car....
Strike 3, doors locked, windows raised,... and to add on to this new experience of being threatened by this maniac, I got to also experience the wonders of 911 Emergency Operators.
It's also amazing how a middle age lunatic all of the sudden flees when the panic dawns on him, that my patience has ended, and that with a Police station about 5 minutes away, he might want to run before they get there.
When the police arrived, I filed my report, the officer and I just shook our heads at the road rage in these days. and as the officer said... someone like that, is just bound to commit the same thing again, and when he does, this report isn't going to reflect well on him.
Anyway, as I'm about to turn right, he slammed on the brakes, blocked the street, and got out of his car. Not knowing what to expect, I put the window down a crack (pun intended), and got to listen to him rant about how "the man was keepin' him down, how he hated crackas, and he was going to fuck me up because I'd "taken every turn he did" 
Good thing an unmarked Crown Vic pulled up, and told him to get lost.
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