Today I got my face spit in. Yes, SPIT IN.
So, I'm driving back to work with my co-worker and I'm about one light from my turn and this FUCKING TEXAN almost runs right into me. I slam on my breaks, spilling milkshake and coffee all over the front of my car, honk the horn, and stick the finger. The offender decides to follow me into my work parking lot and proceeds to get out of his car. 6'5" 200+ pounds of Texan exit a Red Nissan Maxima, and what do I do? I put the Explorer in park and proceed to get my 5'7", 135lbs, New Orleans ass out of my car. The conversation, (or what I can recall because adrenaline is pumpin):
"You like to stick the fucking finger?!" he's yellin as he advances towards me.
"Yes, especially when I have been forced to slam on my breaks and get coffee all over my car." my retort as he continues to advance.
"You like to flip the finger huh?!" he's in my face and I'm pressed betwen my car and him.
"You fucking cut me off. What?! You're gonna hit a woman? A female?! That makes you feel like a man."
Can't remember a few exchanged expletives in between.
"you need to back the fuck off of me." Me
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch." he's not advancing anymore but he's sizing lil' ol me up.
"If that's what you need to think about to help you fucking sleep at night," I turn to get back into my car to park it. He grabs my car door and stops me.
"YOU WILL NOT LAY A FUCKING HAND ON MYSELF OR MY VEHICLE" I warn him.
He spits in my face. Justin comes flying out of the back door of my work and is ready to hit him. I yell at him DO NOT HIT HIM, CALL THE POLICE, I WANT THE POLICE HERE NOW. The guy Jumps in his car and runs, but not before we jot down the license plate.
The police show up and charge him simple assault. And the officer says, "While we may not be able to chase him all the way to Texas to arrest him, this will definitely be charged to the Registered owner of the vehicle. Someone will be charged."
Either way, I belive in Karma, he will get it one way or the other. People at my work were rather impressed and commented on the size of my "balls."
In case you're curious, yes, i do have rather large brass ones...
So, I'm driving back to work with my co-worker and I'm about one light from my turn and this FUCKING TEXAN almost runs right into me. I slam on my breaks, spilling milkshake and coffee all over the front of my car, honk the horn, and stick the finger. The offender decides to follow me into my work parking lot and proceeds to get out of his car. 6'5" 200+ pounds of Texan exit a Red Nissan Maxima, and what do I do? I put the Explorer in park and proceed to get my 5'7", 135lbs, New Orleans ass out of my car. The conversation, (or what I can recall because adrenaline is pumpin):
"You like to stick the fucking finger?!" he's yellin as he advances towards me.
"Yes, especially when I have been forced to slam on my breaks and get coffee all over my car." my retort as he continues to advance.
"You like to flip the finger huh?!" he's in my face and I'm pressed betwen my car and him.
"You fucking cut me off. What?! You're gonna hit a woman? A female?! That makes you feel like a man."
Can't remember a few exchanged expletives in between.
"you need to back the fuck off of me." Me
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch." he's not advancing anymore but he's sizing lil' ol me up.
"If that's what you need to think about to help you fucking sleep at night," I turn to get back into my car to park it. He grabs my car door and stops me.
"YOU WILL NOT LAY A FUCKING HAND ON MYSELF OR MY VEHICLE" I warn him.
He spits in my face. Justin comes flying out of the back door of my work and is ready to hit him. I yell at him DO NOT HIT HIM, CALL THE POLICE, I WANT THE POLICE HERE NOW. The guy Jumps in his car and runs, but not before we jot down the license plate.
The police show up and charge him simple assault. And the officer says, "While we may not be able to chase him all the way to Texas to arrest him, this will definitely be charged to the Registered owner of the vehicle. Someone will be charged."
Either way, I belive in Karma, he will get it one way or the other. People at my work were rather impressed and commented on the size of my "balls."
In case you're curious, yes, i do have rather large brass ones...
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a friend of mine is going to N.O. in march to volunteer, im cinsidering going with her, it may be jsut the thing i need to get my world back together, hard work, pers[ective....all that jazz