So, I was going to pick up my new truck from this town abou 45 minutes from us. We get there, I love the truck and buy on the spot. Guy was awesome about it. Originally posted it on Craig's list for $1000, told my friend over the phone $900, but when we got there and realized it was me buying it and not my friend, he gladly dropped the price to $800, which gave me an extra $100 to pay for the tags and plates (because switching car tags and plates to a truck cost more than switching from car to car or truck to car.)
We're driving back to our town and I'm still trying to adjust from the little Honda Accord to the single cab, extended bed pick up I now own. The steering wheel's a little loose so I have to constantly keep moving it to stay straight, nothing I haven't dealt with before mind you. We're going along on a 55mph road, just before we hit a little town not far from my hometown when a VERY large F250 or 350 truck comes barreling out of nowhere and starts angrily honking at us. I'm too happy about the new truck to even care, so I continue driving at about 60, 61mph, which isn't too bad. Or so I thought. This guy continues to honk at me, while riding my ass. Now note, I just bought this. It does not have insurance on it yet. The previous owner was going to let me use his temporary's that still had insurance on it, but I didn't want him to be responsible for anything I or someone else might do, so I put the plates off my honda them. Now, the honda is still insured, but would not cover any damage done to the truck, since it is not the vechile listed. So, at this point, I am hoping and praying this guy will give up, because I don't want anything to happen to this truck. On and on he honks. We make it to the small town and i notice it needs gas so I pull into a gas station and start to fill up. My boyfriend waits patiently in the cab when the same truck pulls in next to us. The guy gets out and just starts yelling and screaming about how women can't drive and blah blah blah.
"Why the fuck were you going under the speed limit you stupid bitch?!"
"Stupid bitch" is of course my boyfriend's cue to step out of the truck and face the guy. Now, here's a comparison of the two:
Truck guy: about 5'6, 5'7, round my height. Balding head, with a very large pot belly, jeans pulled up WAY too far, very dirty white button up shirt. Missing several teeth. Not scary at all.
Boyfriend: About 6'2 with shaggy, metal guy hair, his long metal lambert in, with black shirt, camo pants, real Russian army boots. Not to mention, he's 23 with some training from the Pakistani army. Very scary when you don't really know him (otherwise he's a sweetheart. Normally non-confrontaional. Except when someone says or does something to me).
"What did you just call my girlfriend?"
Guy stands there dumbstruck. "We....well, she wasn't driving the speed limit."
"Actually, she was well above the speed limit. If you think the posted limit isn't fast enough for you, then you could have just passed us instead of harassing us and calling my girlfriend names. Now, if you are not planning on buying anything here, you can leave now. Or, I will have to take care of you, because no one messes with my girlfriend like that."
Guy stands there dumbstruck some more before scrambling back into his truck and literally peels out of the parking lot. Guy at the other pump just stands there laughing.
Can you say over compensating for something?
We're driving back to our town and I'm still trying to adjust from the little Honda Accord to the single cab, extended bed pick up I now own. The steering wheel's a little loose so I have to constantly keep moving it to stay straight, nothing I haven't dealt with before mind you. We're going along on a 55mph road, just before we hit a little town not far from my hometown when a VERY large F250 or 350 truck comes barreling out of nowhere and starts angrily honking at us. I'm too happy about the new truck to even care, so I continue driving at about 60, 61mph, which isn't too bad. Or so I thought. This guy continues to honk at me, while riding my ass. Now note, I just bought this. It does not have insurance on it yet. The previous owner was going to let me use his temporary's that still had insurance on it, but I didn't want him to be responsible for anything I or someone else might do, so I put the plates off my honda them. Now, the honda is still insured, but would not cover any damage done to the truck, since it is not the vechile listed. So, at this point, I am hoping and praying this guy will give up, because I don't want anything to happen to this truck. On and on he honks. We make it to the small town and i notice it needs gas so I pull into a gas station and start to fill up. My boyfriend waits patiently in the cab when the same truck pulls in next to us. The guy gets out and just starts yelling and screaming about how women can't drive and blah blah blah.
"Why the fuck were you going under the speed limit you stupid bitch?!"
"Stupid bitch" is of course my boyfriend's cue to step out of the truck and face the guy. Now, here's a comparison of the two:
Truck guy: about 5'6, 5'7, round my height. Balding head, with a very large pot belly, jeans pulled up WAY too far, very dirty white button up shirt. Missing several teeth. Not scary at all.
Boyfriend: About 6'2 with shaggy, metal guy hair, his long metal lambert in, with black shirt, camo pants, real Russian army boots. Not to mention, he's 23 with some training from the Pakistani army. Very scary when you don't really know him (otherwise he's a sweetheart. Normally non-confrontaional. Except when someone says or does something to me).
"What did you just call my girlfriend?"
Guy stands there dumbstruck. "We....well, she wasn't driving the speed limit."
"Actually, she was well above the speed limit. If you think the posted limit isn't fast enough for you, then you could have just passed us instead of harassing us and calling my girlfriend names. Now, if you are not planning on buying anything here, you can leave now. Or, I will have to take care of you, because no one messes with my girlfriend like that."
Guy stands there dumbstruck some more before scrambling back into his truck and literally peels out of the parking lot. Guy at the other pump just stands there laughing.
Can you say over compensating for something?



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