My husband was coming home from work (and just a couple of beers) last week and a guy passed him, veered in really close and then slowed way down.
Hubby got mad (he takes other drivers way too personally but we’re working on it) and he followed the guy to his house and chewed his butt. The guy (about 30 years younger than hubby) called him an old fart and asked if he wanted to make something of it.
Hubby boxed in the Navy (didn’t everyone?) so he took off his glasses and handed them to his friend. The kid said never mind.
The kid then called the sheriff to report being threatened.
Turns out the kid was driving on a suspended license.
We just thought this was so funny, I wanted to share it.
It is funny the way this story worked out, with the kid being spineless and having a suspended license…But what happens when your (slightly drunken) husband follows home the man jilted on crystal meth with a pistol in his glovebox?
He should really learn to let little things like that go.
Exactly MouthBreather – he keeps it under control when I’m with him – but I do worry. We live in a rural area – which kinda means just about half the population is cranked out most of the time.
Hey – guess I’m not the only one home sick from work today?
Sometimes people don’t realize they’ve pissed off another driver, and didn’t mean to do it in the first place.
That’s what apparently happened to me when some jerk forced me off the road (me in a VW bug, him in an Oldsmobile aircraft carrier), jerked me out of my car and attempted to punch my lights out.
There just “happened” to be a rather large wrench under my drivers seat, which I grabbed as he approached the car, and the fight didn’t last long. I drove away, he was still “sleeping it off”.
Tell your hubby to NEVER accost anyone encountered on the road. It might just be a touchy SOB like me!
FixedBack
“Moderate strength is shown in violence, supreme strength is shown in levity.”~~G.K.Chesterton 1908
Hey AuntiePam-my only physical experience with rage road rage was one where I was the young kid. I was about 17 and pulled in to a 7-11 parking lot. In doing so, some old (~65-70) guy who was about to pull out must have thought I came too close to his car and he gestured at me. Mostly to myself and with my window up I said: “What’s your problem, old man?” As I opened my door after I had parked, two arms reached in and grabbed me by my shirt. The guy had backed up and jumped out of his car to confront me. “Who you calling an old man” he screamed at me. I was much larger than him and after I stood up out of my car, he might have come up to my chin and I must have outweighed him by at least 75 lbs (besides being ~50 years younger). All I had to do was place my hand on his chest and extend my arm to break his hold on my shirt. I told him he was lucky he was an old man or I’d kick the shit outta him. I could have picked him up and snapped him over my knee.
What was this guy thinking? Customers coming out of the store that saw this were like “what was that guy’s problem” and “I glad you didn’t hit him; you would have killed him”. His wife remained in the car looking embarrassed.
I’m of the opinion you shouldn’t fuck with strangers. Who knows what kind of response you might get. I’ve seen wimpy-looking guys in martial arts schools that could kick you in the face before you could blink and God knows what kind of weapon some guy might have in his car.
Of course you guys are right – it’s one thing to get in the face of someone you know, quite another to do it with a stranger.
Convincing my husband of this is difficult. He’s not the same guy he was 20 years ago, and even if he were, you don’t know when the other guy’s gonna have a – wrench, or be so high on something he won’t feel any pain.
He was a truck driver for many years and makes good driving decisions – until someone else does something stupid.
I know another truck driver (in his 30’s) who does the same stuff – he’ll cut you off, pull you over if necessary, or walk up to you at the stop light and tell you what you did wrong. So far, he’s been lucky.
Heck, my stepdad made what he called a “citizen’s arrest” once when a young kid made a U-turn in front of us. Followed the kid till he parked, reached in and pulled the keys, and called the cops. I remember being very impressed.
We all know it’s dangerous. Getting these guys to realize it? Not gonna happen.
AuntiePam-its sucks being a guy and realizing you’re not the physical specimen you used to be. Even with a bad knee from high school, I used to kick ass as a college-age athlete in lacrosse and the martial arts. I’d take college All-americans to the goal one-on-one in summer league and embarrass Black belts in sparring as a junior belt, but only because I was bigger, faster, and stronger than they.
~10 years later, I’m still big, but not nearly as fast, and since I’ve never really been into lifting, not nearly as strong as I was. And I’m still younger than some pro players.
I’m still active in sports, but it’s going to be a sad day for me when I meet the 19-year-old version of myself that kicks my ass the way I use abuse older guys.
Mouthbreather…You said it all! I once pulled up next to a guy that had cut me off at a stoplight…rolled down my window…and gave him the standard “What the Fu@# was that move?” look.He responded by not saying a word…just casually pulled a pistol from his glove box…aimed it at me!I don’t know if it was loaded or IF he’d use it…I was too busy “burning rubber” to get away from this lunatic. It pays to just let it go.
I had an experience once where I must have pissed some other driver off, but I still don’t know what it was I did. I was just pulling out the parking lot at my work when I heard this “ping” noise, like something hitting my car. I quickly dismissed it as a rock or road rubbish striking the car, and kept on going. When I got out of the car at home, I walked around to the trunk to get something out of it when I noticed the bullet hole in the trunk lid. I know it wasn’t there when I left work because I had opened the trunk to put my briefcase in and certainly didn’t see it (it would have been pretty hard to miss, it was a good-sized hole). We called the police, and the police found a .357 bullet slug embedded in the carpeting just underneath the driver’s seat. It looks like when the bullet entered the trunk lid, it was diverted downward by a part of the car, so instead of traveling straight and hitting me in the back, it traveled downward through the back seat, went through the bottom seat cushion, and embedded itself in the carpeting. It was a month before I could get in that car again without being scared to death. Nowadays, I’s very careful when I drive and if somebody cuts me off, I usually let it slide.