So I'm coming home about an hour ago, and going through what is a hard core speedtrap (the speed limit is thirty five and you damn straight had better observe it )and I get the obligatory ass head tailgater behind me. Guy is practically smeared across the rear windshield of my van. (I drive a van, this is important.)
Had I stopped suddenly, he would have been smeared across the rear windshield of my van. Fucker was driving....
wait for it....
a moped.
I am not shitting you. Some poor bastard thought he was going to intimidate someone driving a van with a moped. I wonder if I followed him home would he then sic his pet hamster on me?
It gets funnier. I just glide to a stop (it's a dark, empty road with no one else on it. ) He's got tail lights in his face and I've got slightly tinted windows. He can't see who's in there. I could be a van load full of chainsaw wielding cannibals for all he knows. I can see him, though, and he's wearing the face of a man who has realized he has made a grievious tactical error.
He evidently sobered up enough to realized he'd just pissed off someone driving a van on a back road, and now his only option was to get in front of me. And I could tell he really did not want to do that. And I could also tell he really didn't want to stick around.
So after he thought about it a bit, he passed me on the shoulder and took off. Well, he took off as well as a guy on a moped can take off.
Now, I'm not going to fuck with him. I stopped because I didn't want to play games with someone this dangerously stupid. I don't want to be in a situation where I am filling out a police report about why there is a moped and an asshole- shaped grease spot on the back of my van. I just let him go on.
I don't give a damn, I'm never really in a hurry. Go on where I can see you, dumbass. He was unnerved and I could tell. I resisted the urge (and I am sorry now that I did ) to yell "Good thing you're driving a fucking moped, dumbass" at him as he slunk by.
I told the husband this when I got home and said "Good thing dumbass was driving a fucking moped."
Really.
See, now he's lucky. He was messing with me, and I'm not going to hurt him or retaliate. Next time, he's going to do it to someone who is going to turn him into a road pizza.
Had I stopped suddenly, he would have been smeared across the rear windshield of my van. Fucker was driving....
wait for it....
a moped.
I am not shitting you. Some poor bastard thought he was going to intimidate someone driving a van with a moped. I wonder if I followed him home would he then sic his pet hamster on me?
It gets funnier. I just glide to a stop (it's a dark, empty road with no one else on it. ) He's got tail lights in his face and I've got slightly tinted windows. He can't see who's in there. I could be a van load full of chainsaw wielding cannibals for all he knows. I can see him, though, and he's wearing the face of a man who has realized he has made a grievious tactical error.
He evidently sobered up enough to realized he'd just pissed off someone driving a van on a back road, and now his only option was to get in front of me. And I could tell he really did not want to do that. And I could also tell he really didn't want to stick around.
So after he thought about it a bit, he passed me on the shoulder and took off. Well, he took off as well as a guy on a moped can take off.
Now, I'm not going to fuck with him. I stopped because I didn't want to play games with someone this dangerously stupid. I don't want to be in a situation where I am filling out a police report about why there is a moped and an asshole- shaped grease spot on the back of my van. I just let him go on.
I don't give a damn, I'm never really in a hurry. Go on where I can see you, dumbass. He was unnerved and I could tell. I resisted the urge (and I am sorry now that I did ) to yell "Good thing you're driving a fucking moped, dumbass" at him as he slunk by.
I told the husband this when I got home and said "Good thing dumbass was driving a fucking moped."
Really.
See, now he's lucky. He was messing with me, and I'm not going to hurt him or retaliate. Next time, he's going to do it to someone who is going to turn him into a road pizza.



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