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Dear idiot drivers out there: please quit ending up behind me. Thank you.
No, seriously, I'm beginning to think my car has a "COME HITHER, BAD DRIVERS" magnet on it somewhere. I'd normally not complain, but this...ohhhh, this CAN'T get ignored.
On my way back to school (I'd gone home for lunch, since I'm a commuter) this white mini-van pulls up behind me. The driver inside - middle aged, male, and very much annoyed - starts honking his horn at me and flipping me off because I won't turn left into oncoming traffic (I know, right? What a stupid thing of me to do, not killing myself turning left and crossing four lanes of traffic to do so!). Eventually I turn once traffic clears enough for me to do so, but then I get the great misfortune of having the guy right back on my bumper, continuing his rude display; he can't change lanes because there are cars next to him and I have no conceivable way of moving out of his way without inducing a wreck.
He eventually gets around me and I think, "There's no way I'm going to stay behind this clown." I decided to turn into the nearest grocery store parking lot the moment I get the chance and take a well-known shortcut to get around the traffic light; there's a way to get back on my regular route to my college on the far side of the parking lot that keeps me from getting caught at this particular light.
Guess who saw me and realized I knew a shortcut?
Oh yeahhhhhh.
So this guy's behind me AGAIN, flipping me off and probably calling me all sorts of rude names AGAIN, riding my bumper and nearly rear-ending me AGAIN, AND THIS TIME WE'RE IN THE GROCERY STORE PARKING LOT. If it wasn't for the fact that I had to get back to class I would have pulled over in a heartbeat to let this clown go by, but I was running late and I needed to go. Eventually this guy peels off into one of the parking lanes and I think, "Okay, so he's desperately needing some groceries for some reason. But that's good, he's gone."
I'm pulling up even with a lane on the end of the row when some object speeding toward me in the corner of my vision makes me look to my right - and my heart stops because BWAH HOLY FREAKING CRAP THERE HE IS HE'S SPEEDING DOWN THE ROW AND I'M ABOUT TO DIE.
I slammed on my brakes and the guy peels past me (barely avoiding hitting my car- like, no kidding, he was off by ONE inch), honking at me like it's my fault that he nearly T-BONED my car. I think I honestly lost several years off my life from that, never mind the fact that the guy nearly killed me!
But as if that's not enough, I end up behind him at another light (and yeah, my automatic response was "Not again.") and he starts driving when it goes green; when he sees me behind him again he DELIBERATELY slams on his brakes and tries to get me to rear end him on purpose. He's incredibly lucky I barely managed to change lanes, and it ended up backfiring on him because he got stuck at the next stop light because of his maneuver. Rest assured I wasted no time in getting back to college after that., but I was looking over my shoulder the whole way.
I mean, what kind of people would DO that? What on earth was so important to this man that he acted the way he did and nearly got himself killed? This is ridiculous!! If he was late to an important meeting or something he should have left earlier, rather than leaving at the last minute and chasing some poor college girl halfway across town. What's worse, this guy pulled up behind me at the mouth of my neighborhood - that means that he possibly lives somewhere in my neighborhood.
...That thought is distinctly unsettling.
KoK needs a hug and several cookies now because of this.