So I’m cruising along the interstate this afternoon in somewhat heavy traffic- it’s the typical Richmond rush hour lineup. I’m doing about 70 in the far right hand lane, when this bitch in a Mustang zooms in on my rear view mirror. I estimate that before she started braking, she must’ve been doing about 90. Anyway, she gets right up behind me and has nowhere to go; traffic in the middle lane has barricaded her in.
So, of course, she thinks that plowing up my ass is going to make me go any faster. Despite the fact that there is a line of cars ahead of me and I’m unable to fulfill your request, she manages to get about a foot away from my bumper before she backs off to a whole 3 or 4 feet. So, little Miss Speed-demon is stuck in the right hand lane running about 70-75 for a good 3 or 4 miles.
A spot opens up to the left, and she takes it, and manages to squeeze her way right in front of me. I must’ve pissed her off by ignoring her, as she threw her cigarette above her head and let it land on my hood. There’s really nothing I can do about it at this point. She continues road-raging for a while, and zips off to the left. Thinking I am rid of this evil bitch, she somehow makes a few judgement errors and ends up right behind me once again. Luckily, my exit approaches and I move into the exit la-- FUCK. She’s getting off, too.
Now, I’m right behind an 18 wheeler. So we take the exit ramp at about 20 mph, which she is none too thrilled about-- coming about a foot from my bumper again. The 3 of us merge onto a 2 lane road, then immediately start to slow as the 18 wheeler has to turn. So I stop my car as she zooms up behind me and – this is the best part – decides she can’t wait any longer to reach her destination, and zips into the other lane over a double solid line to pass me and the truck. Oh, and she’s very cordial about it, too - giving me an evil glance and flicking me the bird as she passes my window.
Then, the 18 wheeler completes its turn just in time for me to view the head-on collision of Ms. Mustang and a Ford F-350 truck. She was going about 35 mph, he at about 45. My first instinct is that she’s dead-- her car is sent sliding across the road into the ditch, and the poor man’s truck is swung sideways into our lane, apparently from his attempt to swerve and stop to avoid her. I mean, I hated the bitch, but I didn’t want her to die. I kinda felt bad for her.
But no! She is able to jump out of her car - apparently unscathed and rush over to the man’s truck. From what I can see, she has begun wailing on his door and is shouting obscenities such as “You motherfucker, why did you hit me?!” and “Lousy old piece of shit, learn to drive!”. I watch this in disbelief while I’m on my cell phone to the police. Luckily, a Trooper was nearby, as he arrived within a minute.
I can’t begin to tell you how much joy it brought me to stick around and relay my eye-witness account to the Trooper. Needless to say, he was very interested in my description after he listened to the cunt-licking whore go on for 10 minutes about how the truck driver swerved into our lane and hit her. I really couldn’t stick around to find out what happened after I gave the officer my account and contact information, but I believe her excuse for driving like she was was that, get this–
She was going to be late for a movie date with her boyfriend.
I implore you all, please drive safely. Or people like me will throw you a smile when driving away.
