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So, today was laundry day, and because it's been hot and sticky all weekend, we put it off until late this evening. By the time we were packed up and on our way home, it was just past 11pm.
Everything is going well until we're halfway home, just having crossed the bridge over the local freeway with a mile to go until our turn. That's when I notice this full sized truck creeping up on me and getting far too close to my bumper. I tap the brakes enough to get the lights to go but not enough to actually slow my car and am rewarded with this guy suddenly pulling back several feet.
Now, would that that were the end of it. But, no, this guy was far more persistent.
So we turn off of that main road onto another main road on the way to the side street to get to our neighborhood, and all the while this guy is right behind us. If his truck wasn't so high off the ground, I wouldn't have been able to even see his one working headlight.
Then we turn down the side street leading to the street we live on, and he's still following us. Ok. There is no way that I am going to even let this douchebag know what street I live on so I get to a street that heads the other way and back out to the main road we had started on, with a signal so I can make a left.
And after every turn, he's right there, gunning his engine so he can go back to attempting to intimidate me. Or something. I'm not really sure, because I was laughing at him at this point and wondering just how stupid he really was.
So, we make another turn at the next major street and Nekojin whips out his cellphone and dials up the local sheriff's office. Meanwhile, I'm making my way, at the same leisurely pace I've been going this entire time to said office with mister intimidator following me every step of the way.
So we make another turn, down a larger side street. It goes through a partially residential area and we make another turn. Then, down at the end of that block, yet another turn, and at the end of that, another turn. All the while, he's still right on our tail.
For those keeping track, we have just made a complete circle around this one particular block. It's a big block, seeing as it has the local courthouse, city hall, and, oh yeah, the local county sheriff's office. So, we pull up out front and park, right there, in front of the sign that declares our stopping point to be the local sheriff's office.
The douchebag actually pulls up right behind us.
So, there we are, stopped out in front of the local sheriff's office, talking on the phone with one of the clerks inside. Nekojin pulls himself out of the car, phone to his ear, and recites the guy's plate to the nice lady on the other end.
It's at this point that the douchebag decides that maybe sticking around isn't that great an idea, and he pulls out and drives off.
Not sure if it was the fact that we were obviously on the phone calling the cops on him, or that Nekojin is definitely over 6 feet tall and not small by any means without being so large that he looks weak, or possibly the idiot finally realized that we were sitting parked right outside of the sheriff's station and he was decidedly outgunned, as it were.
Either way, the cops have his plate number and a really detailed description of his truck, and we took a circuitous route back home. All in all, he wasted a good 20 minutes for nothing. I figure we came out ahead because while all he got was frustrated at being outwitted, we at least got a story we could tell.
^-.-^
Everything is going well until we're halfway home, just having crossed the bridge over the local freeway with a mile to go until our turn. That's when I notice this full sized truck creeping up on me and getting far too close to my bumper. I tap the brakes enough to get the lights to go but not enough to actually slow my car and am rewarded with this guy suddenly pulling back several feet.
Now, would that that were the end of it. But, no, this guy was far more persistent.
So we turn off of that main road onto another main road on the way to the side street to get to our neighborhood, and all the while this guy is right behind us. If his truck wasn't so high off the ground, I wouldn't have been able to even see his one working headlight.
Then we turn down the side street leading to the street we live on, and he's still following us. Ok. There is no way that I am going to even let this douchebag know what street I live on so I get to a street that heads the other way and back out to the main road we had started on, with a signal so I can make a left.
And after every turn, he's right there, gunning his engine so he can go back to attempting to intimidate me. Or something. I'm not really sure, because I was laughing at him at this point and wondering just how stupid he really was.
So, we make another turn at the next major street and Nekojin whips out his cellphone and dials up the local sheriff's office. Meanwhile, I'm making my way, at the same leisurely pace I've been going this entire time to said office with mister intimidator following me every step of the way.
So we make another turn, down a larger side street. It goes through a partially residential area and we make another turn. Then, down at the end of that block, yet another turn, and at the end of that, another turn. All the while, he's still right on our tail.
For those keeping track, we have just made a complete circle around this one particular block. It's a big block, seeing as it has the local courthouse, city hall, and, oh yeah, the local county sheriff's office. So, we pull up out front and park, right there, in front of the sign that declares our stopping point to be the local sheriff's office.
The douchebag actually pulls up right behind us.
So, there we are, stopped out in front of the local sheriff's office, talking on the phone with one of the clerks inside. Nekojin pulls himself out of the car, phone to his ear, and recites the guy's plate to the nice lady on the other end.
It's at this point that the douchebag decides that maybe sticking around isn't that great an idea, and he pulls out and drives off.
Not sure if it was the fact that we were obviously on the phone calling the cops on him, or that Nekojin is definitely over 6 feet tall and not small by any means without being so large that he looks weak, or possibly the idiot finally realized that we were sitting parked right outside of the sheriff's station and he was decidedly outgunned, as it were.
Either way, the cops have his plate number and a really detailed description of his truck, and we took a circuitous route back home. All in all, he wasted a good 20 minutes for nothing. I figure we came out ahead because while all he got was frustrated at being outwitted, we at least got a story we could tell.
^-.-^
I always cry at happy endings.
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