Teach your delivery guys how to fucking DRIVE! Just because it’s quarter to 5 in the morning and raining hard doesn’t mean they get to run through red lights at 40 mph-- especially when I’m going through a GREEN light on my way to work! The only reason your driver didn’t run me down this morning is because I somehow managed to come to a dead stop in a car length and a half in the middle of the intersection-- and yank my front wheel hard to left as your truck zipped by so close I had to duck the fucking rear view mirror.
And then your driver doesn’t even have the guts to bother stopping. I dunno, did you think I wouldn’t notice that the truck has YOUR FUCKING NAME all over it?
The worst thing is that if your driver did hit me, the Daily News would just use my grievous injury as more fodder for your cheesy war as to which paper was further into bizarro land.
I take it you didn’t have the good fortune to get this fuckliver’s license plate or truck number? Because I would sure as hell report that to the police.
Assuming that the guy was on a route, the dispatcher should be able to figure out who it was. There is probably only going to be one truck that was supposed to be at that intersection at about that time.
Something like that happened to me about 18 months ago. A pickup from some local company ran a light, made an illegal turn and about ran me off the road. I called the number on the side of the truck and told the owner that his employee almost killed me and several other people. Apparently I wasn’t the first person to report this guy’s bad driving and the owner assured me there would be consequences.