I'm so happy right now...
Well tonight, Jason and I saw road rage at it's best... and yes, it was directed towards us...
We were comming back from picking up my check when we reached a red light where we were turning right. A SUV that was in front of us was taking forever, so I just tapped my horn. No big deal right? Wrong. Two hicks in a pickup truck in the left turn lane honked back and then began yelling. Now, I had no idea what they were saying, but I really didn't stop to listen. I did what any proper and polite motorist in Texas would do. I flipped them the bird and took off. Well... that certaintly pissed them off because I heard the squeel of tires behind me. I took a look in my rearview mirror to see them going after me. And here's where the Grandtheft Auto skills come into play. God I love that game. I downshifted, picking up speed so I could cut off the SUV mentioned before so that the truck would be stuck behind it. It worked, and I got a few more honks before both sped past. Now hicks aren't exactly proven to be the smartest type of people in the world, and tonight was a wonderful display of that. They sped past, going at least twenty feet in front of me. No brake check. No slowing down. Nothing... So I waited until the last minute to swerve over onto the exit ramp and like idiots... they jumped up over the curb to follow me. Now here's where it gets great... They threw a water bottle in my car. Now one might think. Hey, I could throw this in and get water everywhere! But no, again they were lacking in the intelligence department. The cap was left on. It glanced off of my shoulder, which wasn't much of a bother. I mean come on... It was a bottle. Anyways, I downshifted once more with them behind me, building speed with them right on my tail before I slammed the brakes, hit my handbrake, and took a right. I didn't see them after that, but both Jason and myself had quite the laugh. Ahh... Such fun... One of these day's I'm going to be shot.
We were comming back from picking up my check when we reached a red light where we were turning right. A SUV that was in front of us was taking forever, so I just tapped my horn. No big deal right? Wrong. Two hicks in a pickup truck in the left turn lane honked back and then began yelling. Now, I had no idea what they were saying, but I really didn't stop to listen. I did what any proper and polite motorist in Texas would do. I flipped them the bird and took off. Well... that certaintly pissed them off because I heard the squeel of tires behind me. I took a look in my rearview mirror to see them going after me. And here's where the Grandtheft Auto skills come into play. God I love that game. I downshifted, picking up speed so I could cut off the SUV mentioned before so that the truck would be stuck behind it. It worked, and I got a few more honks before both sped past. Now hicks aren't exactly proven to be the smartest type of people in the world, and tonight was a wonderful display of that. They sped past, going at least twenty feet in front of me. No brake check. No slowing down. Nothing... So I waited until the last minute to swerve over onto the exit ramp and like idiots... they jumped up over the curb to follow me. Now here's where it gets great... They threw a water bottle in my car. Now one might think. Hey, I could throw this in and get water everywhere! But no, again they were lacking in the intelligence department. The cap was left on. It glanced off of my shoulder, which wasn't much of a bother. I mean come on... It was a bottle. Anyways, I downshifted once more with them behind me, building speed with them right on my tail before I slammed the brakes, hit my handbrake, and took a right. I didn't see them after that, but both Jason and myself had quite the laugh. Ahh... Such fun... One of these day's I'm going to be shot.