I am driving over by my house on the way to work, the street is narrow and there are cars parked on both sides of the street so one car going one way has to stop and let the one with the right of way pass.
It's clearly my turn to go, I start moving and this giant SUV just guns it and tries to go before me and comes within an inch of smashing into me. I am driving my dad's truck while he recovers from surgery so the last thing I would need is for someone to smash into it. He slams on his breaks and stops about an inch from the front of my car. We are both stuck there now and can't move. I give the universal arms up 'what the fuck?!' gesture and he blasts his giant SUV horn at me. He's leaned back yapping on his cell phone. I stick my head out of the window and yell 'What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole? You almost fucking smashed into me!'
He decides to stare me in the face and give me the finger and blast his horn at me again, while still yapping on his cell phone.
Now I am a grown, somewhat civilized man and should be above such things but I snapped. I literally saw red. Just a wash of red. Next thing I know I am out of the car standing at his window calling him a motherfucker and get out of the car and fuck you I'll stomp your head open on the street. He opens his mouth to say something, before he can get a word out I punched him in the side of the head maybe three times. He looked completely shocked and freaked. He guns it backwards and turns around. Before he drives off he yells 'I have your licence plate number! I am calling the cops!' I yell more fuck yous and he drives off.
That was my commute to work.
Thank goodness this is Chicago or else I'd be worried about the cops actually looking for me tonight when I get home. Probably will switch the truck back for mine later just in case.
So I punched a yuppie on the way to work today
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