Gassing Fury
Alright, so today on the way home from work my Mom and I needed to stop and get some gas. We ended up at a place where you can enter from both sides [big surprise for a gas station right?]. Well, there was a truck on the other side that I didn't see. When one of the cars pulled out, I started to pull in--while the guy in the truck on the other side was trying to turn around to back in. I didn't see him, so I am not sure who was there first.
For a few seconds, I was wondering if he was going to ram us [nothing like a lil road rage.] At the encouragement of my mom I finished pulling into the spot and sat there a few seconds to see if he was still going to continue back in, even though he wasn't even close to lined up with the pump yet.
Told my mom she was going to get me into a damn fight, thought the guy was gonna come after me. When it appeared he was going to exit his vehicle I got out -grin-. Don't get me wrong, a fight today would have let off a hell of a lot of steam. Was kind of hoping he would have enough guts to get all the way out. Unfortunately, he wimped out when he saw me. Apparently I look mean in black leather gloves, a black coat, a black stocking cap and black sunglasses--oh yeah and boots.
So, instead of coming on for a nice lil fight he gave me a very nice one fingered salute and 'roared' off in his big jacked up truck. He must have been just a tiny guy with an even smaller penis.
My Mom felt bad that she almost got me into a fight [a very normal thing for here--you take care of problems with violence, fists usually work well]. I was sad the guy chickened out.
-chuckles- the next gas station we drove by was where he went to gas up, lol.
Now normally, I am not very violent--but I must say I do enjoy a good fight. Been too long since I was in a worth while street fight. Fighting with pads on just isnt the same.
For a few seconds, I was wondering if he was going to ram us [nothing like a lil road rage.] At the encouragement of my mom I finished pulling into the spot and sat there a few seconds to see if he was still going to continue back in, even though he wasn't even close to lined up with the pump yet.
Told my mom she was going to get me into a damn fight, thought the guy was gonna come after me. When it appeared he was going to exit his vehicle I got out -grin-. Don't get me wrong, a fight today would have let off a hell of a lot of steam. Was kind of hoping he would have enough guts to get all the way out. Unfortunately, he wimped out when he saw me. Apparently I look mean in black leather gloves, a black coat, a black stocking cap and black sunglasses--oh yeah and boots.
So, instead of coming on for a nice lil fight he gave me a very nice one fingered salute and 'roared' off in his big jacked up truck. He must have been just a tiny guy with an even smaller penis.
My Mom felt bad that she almost got me into a fight [a very normal thing for here--you take care of problems with violence, fists usually work well]. I was sad the guy chickened out.
-chuckles- the next gas station we drove by was where he went to gas up, lol.
Now normally, I am not very violent--but I must say I do enjoy a good fight. Been too long since I was in a worth while street fight. Fighting with pads on just isnt the same.