All the driving stories reminded me of this one, from many years ago.
I was riding in a friend’s car, on the way to a convenience store. We were talking, which meant that of course my hands were waving around. Yes, I’m one of those. We were both in our late teens.
A car passed us going the other direction. We really only noticed when they made a screeching U-turn about a block later, and came back up behind us. OK, maybe they forgot something.
They proceeded to follow us through a couple of turns, to the convenience store. By then we’d figured out they were upset about something, although we had no idea what. At any rate, we decided not to stop at the store, because these guys seemed to be looking for a fight and we were definitely not interested.
So we pulled out again and continued to drive around town. This was in the middle of the day and there were plenty of people out and about, so we didn’t think they’d try anything too stupid. (Remember, this was before the days of “road rage” and highway shootings.) They followed us for about 15 or 20 minutes as we drove 4 or 5 miles in circles, staying on busy streets.
We finally ended up on a multi-lane street, and they immediately raced up beside us and started screaming. I rolled down the window and politely asked “is there some problem?” They repeated the phrase back mockingly, evidently thinking this would be enough to raise our ire or something. I don’t remember the entire conversation, but it consisted of me saying something to them and them repeating it back with attitude. After a few minutes of this, they gave up in frustration and drove off.
To this day I don’t know what they were pissed off about. My best guess is that they thought I flipped them off or something. But really, after 15 minutes, you don’t even have any insults ready and can only repeat whatever I say? WTF is wrong with you?
It was rather frightening at the time, but I still snicker when I remember it.