who ran into me with his brand new, Chevy Blazer, while I was ridding home the other night.
I was wearing a reflective vest, had a tail light and a headlight on, was all the way over on the shoulder and even his girlfriend was screaming at him to watch out. I'm fine, he barely grazed me. But he was hauling ass, screeched to make a corner at speed, (damn near t-boned me) and cut me off, causing me to run into his rear quarter-panel. Then he has the audacity to call me all kinds of colorful names because I damaged his "new ride."
The whole time his girlfriend is yelling at him saying he's dumbass, etc. and that "he should have been paying attention instead of trying to be a badass."
What is his response to this? "Shut up, b*tch. Get back in the car."
I kept really cool and calm. I told him if he was so upset to call the cops. He hit me anyway. He shut up and left, but OOOHHHH how I wanted to clean his clock.
What do you think, monkeys? Should I have knocked the piss out of him and told him to get a clue?
I was wearing a reflective vest, had a tail light and a headlight on, was all the way over on the shoulder and even his girlfriend was screaming at him to watch out. I'm fine, he barely grazed me. But he was hauling ass, screeched to make a corner at speed, (damn near t-boned me) and cut me off, causing me to run into his rear quarter-panel. Then he has the audacity to call me all kinds of colorful names because I damaged his "new ride."
The whole time his girlfriend is yelling at him saying he's dumbass, etc. and that "he should have been paying attention instead of trying to be a badass."
What is his response to this? "Shut up, b*tch. Get back in the car."
I kept really cool and calm. I told him if he was so upset to call the cops. He hit me anyway. He shut up and left, but OOOHHHH how I wanted to clean his clock.
What do you think, monkeys? Should I have knocked the piss out of him and told him to get a clue?