So I'm driving home today, traffic is bumper to bumper, stop & go for 20
miles along the freeway. Off ramps and on ramps are backed up as far as the
eye can see. I have been driving for over an hour trying to get to my home
which lies 14 miles from work.
There is a fat, balding, coke-bottle-bottom-glasses wearing, gold chains
flashing, cell-phone talking New Yorker in a Piece of sh** Honda accord
who is tailgating me. He is riding my ass at a distance of MAYBE 6 inches
for 3 miles.
I waved, I flashed my brake lights, I did a full-on brake-check and even
put my back-up lights on and nothing works.
I wait until traffic stops again, throw the truck in park, jumped out of
the truck, into the bed, and step over the tailgate onto the hood of his
car. I walk to two steps until I can crouch in front of his windshield and
tell him to back the **** off, that there is no reason to be driving like
an a**hole, then asked if he had any questions. He just stared at me, his
jaw resting on his ample belly.
He stayed about 6 car-lengths behind me until I got off the freeway about 6
miles later.
Pissant.
I did do a smart thing and leave my pistol in the truck.
Preacher
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