Rage and Profanity
Jess came to visit today. She wanted to celebrate my birthday with me. (It was on Monday. 27 this year). I had a coupon for BD's Mongolian BBQ, so we went there. So so good. We decided against drinking since we had other plans. We hut up Cold Stone afterward. Deliciously fatening.
Our next stop was the nearby mall, where we were going to see The Men Who Stare at Goats. We walked around the mall for a while and window shopped. It was pretty nice. Then, off to the movie. It was excellent to watch Ewan McGreggor listen to George Clooney call himself a Jedi for 2 hours. It was funny and really had an original theme. I liked it.
We hit Meijer after the movie and headed home.
The exciting part comes when we were literally 10 seconds from my place. I see two cars stopped ahead. The first is a truck in my lane that is stopped on a corner that has no stop sign. The second is a car that is stopped at an actual stop sign. The driver isn't moving though. Looked like she was checking herself in a mirror. So, the truck in front of me turns the corner and stops. I go the same way to get home, so I turned, too. But the truck stopped and I was then blocked in by the car in the opposite lane. I honked to let the guys know I was there and he needed to move. Not only did he fail to move, he also put his truck in reverse.
What. The. Fuck.
I laid on my horn, pulsed it and laid on it again WHILE he backwards monster-trucked the front of my car. The disbelief lasted 0.3333 seconds. I went into She-Hulk rage and shut off my car got out, slammed my door and just screamed at thus dude before he ever got out of the truck. There were a lot of "What the fuck!!??"s. He mumbled a bit and he walked unsteadily towards my car.
"Are you fucjking drunk?! You are fucking drunk! Great. Just great. How many have you had?" I said.
"How many have you had?" He replied.
"None!" I yelled.
I call 911. I'm yelling at him as the operator comes in. I fill her in. Meanwhile, the jerkoff gets into his truck. I yelled at him not to go anywhere. He yells back that he isn't. I make sure to give the operator his license plate. He opened the door and I talk to the 911 lady some more. Then he closes his door, starts his truck, I scream at him not to move and he peals off.
At this point, I'm screaming very near my phone. I apologize to my nice 911 lady, rage and just a minute later, the asshole comes around the block. The douchebag floored it. The girl in the black car was there and she takes off after him. Some white trash gawkers from just across the street start screaming for them to slow down. The guy didn't stick around forthe accident. I don't think he's gonna abide your cigarette-ragged screams, you crazy piece of white trash.
There was almost a brawl between Jess and the white trash, but I got her into the car. We took to 10 second drive to my driveway, and proceeded to rage there. The cop came, I raged there. My neighbirs came out. I raged the story to them. I called Jeff. Filled him into my rage. I've rarely been so pissed.
Plus side? They have this asshole. You don't flee an accident scene AFTER they have your plate number.
Down side? Jess says the drunken douchebag had a kid in the truck with him.
Almost everything else I could shrug off. But the fact that he was endagering a child? It's sick and he needs to rot behind bars for however many years that kid is old. One year for every year he might have killed because he couldn't call a fucking cab.
RAGE.
Our next stop was the nearby mall, where we were going to see The Men Who Stare at Goats. We walked around the mall for a while and window shopped. It was pretty nice. Then, off to the movie. It was excellent to watch Ewan McGreggor listen to George Clooney call himself a Jedi for 2 hours. It was funny and really had an original theme. I liked it.
We hit Meijer after the movie and headed home.
The exciting part comes when we were literally 10 seconds from my place. I see two cars stopped ahead. The first is a truck in my lane that is stopped on a corner that has no stop sign. The second is a car that is stopped at an actual stop sign. The driver isn't moving though. Looked like she was checking herself in a mirror. So, the truck in front of me turns the corner and stops. I go the same way to get home, so I turned, too. But the truck stopped and I was then blocked in by the car in the opposite lane. I honked to let the guys know I was there and he needed to move. Not only did he fail to move, he also put his truck in reverse.
What. The. Fuck.
I laid on my horn, pulsed it and laid on it again WHILE he backwards monster-trucked the front of my car. The disbelief lasted 0.3333 seconds. I went into She-Hulk rage and shut off my car got out, slammed my door and just screamed at thus dude before he ever got out of the truck. There were a lot of "What the fuck!!??"s. He mumbled a bit and he walked unsteadily towards my car.
"Are you fucjking drunk?! You are fucking drunk! Great. Just great. How many have you had?" I said.
"How many have you had?" He replied.
"None!" I yelled.
I call 911. I'm yelling at him as the operator comes in. I fill her in. Meanwhile, the jerkoff gets into his truck. I yelled at him not to go anywhere. He yells back that he isn't. I make sure to give the operator his license plate. He opened the door and I talk to the 911 lady some more. Then he closes his door, starts his truck, I scream at him not to move and he peals off.
At this point, I'm screaming very near my phone. I apologize to my nice 911 lady, rage and just a minute later, the asshole comes around the block. The douchebag floored it. The girl in the black car was there and she takes off after him. Some white trash gawkers from just across the street start screaming for them to slow down. The guy didn't stick around forthe accident. I don't think he's gonna abide your cigarette-ragged screams, you crazy piece of white trash.
There was almost a brawl between Jess and the white trash, but I got her into the car. We took to 10 second drive to my driveway, and proceeded to rage there. The cop came, I raged there. My neighbirs came out. I raged the story to them. I called Jeff. Filled him into my rage. I've rarely been so pissed.
Plus side? They have this asshole. You don't flee an accident scene AFTER they have your plate number.
Down side? Jess says the drunken douchebag had a kid in the truck with him.
Almost everything else I could shrug off. But the fact that he was endagering a child? It's sick and he needs to rot behind bars for however many years that kid is old. One year for every year he might have killed because he couldn't call a fucking cab.
RAGE.