A little over an hour ago, I was leaving the vicinity of about 20 major stores, when someone cut me off, because he made an improper turn. I blew it off, whatever, everyone likes to do that to me. Mr. Asshole is now in front of me. We both went onto the highway... while merging, he cut me off AGAIN, only this time a lot more dangerously. I had to slam on my breaks, then the person behind me had to swirve to miss me. So, I tapped on the horn, like "hey mother fucker, watch it." Well, the horn apparently pissed this guy off immensely. He decided to tailgate me. He was so close I couldn't see his headlights in any of my mirrors. Then, when it was clear, he passed me, cut me off AGAIN, then slammed on his breaks, multiple times, (I was in the left lane on the highway.), while telling me I'm "#1" at least 5 times. Ok, so he wants to play. I move to the middle lane, he moves. I move back to the left, he stays in the middle. During this entire time, he mimicked my speed. He kept his distance, staying only one car length away from me in the middle lane, making hand gestures, (his window was open). Obviously he was waiting for me to speed up so he could cut me off again. He randomly cut me off again and slammed on his breaks. By this time, I was tired of his shit, so I call 911 and bothered them with this bullshit and gave them his license plate, type and color of truck. I hung up my cell phone and noticed he was looking away, instead of staring at me in his right side-view mirror. So I floor it. I was in a Mustang, so it picked up pretty quickly. I was doing about 90 mph before he noticed me passing him. He noticed, picked up to my speed and tried to cut me off again. I had to do 105 mph just to avoid him doing that again. So he picked up and I moved over before he had the chance to cut me off. I tried to exit at the very last second, but Mr. Asshole still had time to do the same. So I make some turns, blah blah blah and run a red light. He follows. I finally lost Mr. Asshole, by reaching the end of a road before he could see which way I turned.
Then I tell my father all of this and all he can say is that I did everything wrong. It doesn't matter Mr. Asshole was slowing down and speeding up when I was. According to him, I should have pulled over on the shoulder, THEN dialed 911. If I would've done that, Mr. Asshole would have too. My father doesn't seem to understand that he was copying my speed the entire fucking time. I can tell him that 9999999 times, that still doesn't matter. I STILL should've pulled over. So, what? So Mr. Asshole could pull out a weapon and shoot me? Or a bat and start beating on the car? Pfffft.
Well, this was long and almost pointless. What would you have done? Make every WRONG move, like I did?
Then I tell my father all of this and all he can say is that I did everything wrong. It doesn't matter Mr. Asshole was slowing down and speeding up when I was. According to him, I should have pulled over on the shoulder, THEN dialed 911. If I would've done that, Mr. Asshole would have too. My father doesn't seem to understand that he was copying my speed the entire fucking time. I can tell him that 9999999 times, that still doesn't matter. I STILL should've pulled over. So, what? So Mr. Asshole could pull out a weapon and shoot me? Or a bat and start beating on the car? Pfffft.
Well, this was long and almost pointless. What would you have done? Make every WRONG move, like I did?
