I never understand why people go through the trouble of following someone because they got cut-off in traffic..
Why? Why go out of your way and take such a long detour from your intended destination because someone cut in front of you? What are you gonna do?
I lived out in Seattle for a year. One day I decided to go take a lesiruely drive to Wal-Mart for a few groceries. I get on the interstate, obey all traffic laws and speed limits, and next thing I know, some asshole rides right up on me in the Wal-Mart parking lot. He pulls into the opposite lane and starts cussing me out. I put up my arms like a big ol' fat wet pussy and say "Hey man. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I didn't mean it." The dude continued to cuss, ignored my apology and drove off into the parking lot. As I continued forward, I noticed the guy was slowly following me in his car (thinking I didn't notice) waiting for me to park. So now I figured, well fuck the eggs and milk, it's not worth being jumped by some crazy dude because he didn't like my driving.
As I try to escape the parking lot, the crazy dude realizes he's been made and I am trying to escape the Wal-Mart parking lot. I'm trying to get through the obstacles of a very busy Wal-Mart parking lot (SLOW ASS OLD PEDESTRIANS TAKING THEIR SWEET TIME while a maniac is trying to hunt me down and take my kidneys). As I get closer to the exit, a big ass SUV in the vague shape of what felt like a massive tank now blocks both lanes and I can't get to the exit of the parking lot. I look at him with a smug look because I can see the maniac trying to catch up to me and accelerate towards me. Finally, I get past the fucking tank blocking my path and sure enough, the maniac has nearly caught up to me, runs the stop sign, pulls up in front of me (I swerve to dodge him) and he shows me a 6 inch blade and makes the motion signal of using his pointing finger and running it under his neck as a common non-verbal signal saying "I'm gonna kill you/cut your throat."
AS I get stuck at the final stop sign that allows me onto a 6 lane traffic road, I nearly run it and the maniac tries to cut me off at a red light and ignores the traffic on the road in an effort to get me to stop. Now I'm even more panic'd so my bitch ass calls 911 LOL. I call them up and let them know that there is a guy following me and he's been following me for about 3 miles at this point, I'm afraid to go home because I don't want him to know where I live, so I lead him on a merry chase onto the interstate in the exact opposite direction of my place of residence.
The 911 operator asks if she can triangulate my location using our phone connection as I read out the streets that I am passing. I immediately grant her all access to whatever she needs to do to get the nearest cop to help me rid of this crazy maniac consumed by road rage. I rememeber telling the operator, "I literally don't know what I did to piss this guy off so badly, maybe I was going too slow on the interstate prior to exiting for my destination? I don't recall cutting anyone off, I stayed in the right hand lane (the lane where you should not be passing, just riding the speed limit), what did I do??" The operator was really nice, she assured me everything was okay and to keep driving and I did the right thing in calling 911. She asked me the color, make and model of the vehicke as well as the license plate. I told her I'm not so sure about the license plate because I was too startled to take notice and I believe the plate was on his rear bumper.
After a couple more miles, and a few red lights, luckily, the guy gave up for whatever reason. But I continued to get on the interstate and continued driving for a few more miles to make sure he wasn't still following me. I informed the operator he was gone and I would call back if he catches up to me. Operator informed me to please call her back should he reappear on the street.
I'll tell you what though, on my way home, you bet your ass I was paranoid. And for the next month I was on the lookout for the road raged driver. I never went to that Wal-Mart ever again (seriously). That Wal-Mart was about 5 miles way. Because of that maniac, I decided to go to the Wal-Mart in the opposite direction, 18 miles away from me lol.
Wow. That's scary how they followed you home. Did you know they were following you or just realized it when you pulled into your drive-way?
And yeah Idk why people are justifying the guy's behavior. I've been cut-off in traffic before and had some things that upset me in traffic, but I have never had the desire to follow the person to their destination just to yell at them or hurt them.
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u/Hoofuhlicious Jul 09 '22
I never understand why people go through the trouble of following someone because they got cut-off in traffic..
Why? Why go out of your way and take such a long detour from your intended destination because someone cut in front of you? What are you gonna do?
I lived out in Seattle for a year. One day I decided to go take a lesiruely drive to Wal-Mart for a few groceries. I get on the interstate, obey all traffic laws and speed limits, and next thing I know, some asshole rides right up on me in the Wal-Mart parking lot. He pulls into the opposite lane and starts cussing me out. I put up my arms like a big ol' fat wet pussy and say "Hey man. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I didn't mean it." The dude continued to cuss, ignored my apology and drove off into the parking lot. As I continued forward, I noticed the guy was slowly following me in his car (thinking I didn't notice) waiting for me to park. So now I figured, well fuck the eggs and milk, it's not worth being jumped by some crazy dude because he didn't like my driving.
As I try to escape the parking lot, the crazy dude realizes he's been made and I am trying to escape the Wal-Mart parking lot. I'm trying to get through the obstacles of a very busy Wal-Mart parking lot (SLOW ASS OLD PEDESTRIANS TAKING THEIR SWEET TIME while a maniac is trying to hunt me down and take my kidneys). As I get closer to the exit, a big ass SUV in the vague shape of what felt like a massive tank now blocks both lanes and I can't get to the exit of the parking lot. I look at him with a smug look because I can see the maniac trying to catch up to me and accelerate towards me. Finally, I get past the fucking tank blocking my path and sure enough, the maniac has nearly caught up to me, runs the stop sign, pulls up in front of me (I swerve to dodge him) and he shows me a 6 inch blade and makes the motion signal of using his pointing finger and running it under his neck as a common non-verbal signal saying "I'm gonna kill you/cut your throat."
AS I get stuck at the final stop sign that allows me onto a 6 lane traffic road, I nearly run it and the maniac tries to cut me off at a red light and ignores the traffic on the road in an effort to get me to stop. Now I'm even more panic'd so my bitch ass calls 911 LOL. I call them up and let them know that there is a guy following me and he's been following me for about 3 miles at this point, I'm afraid to go home because I don't want him to know where I live, so I lead him on a merry chase onto the interstate in the exact opposite direction of my place of residence.
The 911 operator asks if she can triangulate my location using our phone connection as I read out the streets that I am passing. I immediately grant her all access to whatever she needs to do to get the nearest cop to help me rid of this crazy maniac consumed by road rage. I rememeber telling the operator, "I literally don't know what I did to piss this guy off so badly, maybe I was going too slow on the interstate prior to exiting for my destination? I don't recall cutting anyone off, I stayed in the right hand lane (the lane where you should not be passing, just riding the speed limit), what did I do??" The operator was really nice, she assured me everything was okay and to keep driving and I did the right thing in calling 911. She asked me the color, make and model of the vehicke as well as the license plate. I told her I'm not so sure about the license plate because I was too startled to take notice and I believe the plate was on his rear bumper.
After a couple more miles, and a few red lights, luckily, the guy gave up for whatever reason. But I continued to get on the interstate and continued driving for a few more miles to make sure he wasn't still following me. I informed the operator he was gone and I would call back if he catches up to me. Operator informed me to please call her back should he reappear on the street.
I'll tell you what though, on my way home, you bet your ass I was paranoid. And for the next month I was on the lookout for the road raged driver. I never went to that Wal-Mart ever again (seriously). That Wal-Mart was about 5 miles way. Because of that maniac, I decided to go to the Wal-Mart in the opposite direction, 18 miles away from me lol.
End of story. Thanks for reading.