Hit and run, almost.
Some guy side swiped me today. That was fun. What was even more fun, is that he tried to drive away and then cut me off. Wow. He had some nerve. I immediately had those songs in my head 'Bad Habit' by Offspring, and 'Break Stuff' by Limp Biscuit. So what did I do? Did I let him drive off? Get away with putting my children in danger, and my unborn child? Umm, I think not. I felt my blood pressure rise, and then I got 'Road Rage' on his a**. I floored it, honked the horn, and started screaming at the top of my lungs for him to pull over. I was just as angry at this guy, as I was when we went to the Wilco concert and those idiots tried to stand in front of us. So, the guy finally pulls into a gas station. He thought he didn't do anything. I ripped him a new one. He knew he hit me and tried to get away with it. He didn't have insurance. He said that I was lucky that he pulled over. He said the only reason that he did pull over was because he saw the kids in the back seat. Whatever! He was being a total a**! It just made me even more infuriated. I got his license plate number because he wouldn't give me his license. I noticed that he had an open beer in the front of the car. He said it was his buddy's. Sure. Then he starts telling me not to call the cops. Why would someone say that unless they were already in trouble with the law. Then he was talking about how he has a rival gang in that area. Wonderful. That's why he didn't want to pull over. I'm lucky that there wasn't a drive by shooting. Then I started to play it a little more cool, because I was getting scared. I didn't let him see that though. He was trying to act tough, but I think he was scared of big momma bear. I was so busy being angry, that I didn't realize that this guy probably could've done something worse than hit my car. So, I let him go and did not call the cops. I went to my dad's and had him do it for me. The lady at the police station informed my dad that if I filed a report, that guy could get all of my information if he wanted to. My address for example. Great. So, I didn't file the report. I was very shaken by this, and I started getting thoughts in my head. What if he followed me home? What if he was already in my house waiting for me? I didn't go home until my husband got home first. I know, I'm paranoid. But, wouldn't you be?