People disgust me sometimes.

[skylark]

So, I was going out to pick up dinner and my copy of FFXIV. I went to the turning lane, but there are were too many cars heading the other way to turn.

It would have been fine if the... person... behind me had simply honked. But no...

This self-important, self-entitled bitch decided to swerve from behind me and cut me off as I'm finally preparing to turn.

Maybe it was because I had a long day and I was tired, I don't know, but I couldn't let it stand. I lost count how many times I honked my horn at her, but it was the only way I felt I could tell this sow off. But wait, it gets better. No sooner than I finally find a parking spot, this paragon of humanity pulls up near me and starts telling me off that what happened was my fault, that I was a bad driver, and other choice words, then drove off.

You know the worst part? Where I live, this attitude is the norm, not the exception. God forbid I actually try to be a safe driver when all of these filthy animals around me want to go 50 over the speed limit in the middle of town and only care about their own self-entitled BULLSHIT!!

God, I swear that the only thing these fucking ANIMALS deserve is to be bashed over the head with a lead pipe until they stop moving!!

.....Right now...

Hate... will never be strong enough to describe how I feel about people in general right now.

I'm just so sick of all of it...

[Anon Mous]

Well, your first mistake was going to pick up a copy of Final Fantasy ;D. I don't think I've ever had anyone cut me off from behind, but I've had my share of driving stupids. I don't know how many times I've want to have a horn that says, "GET OFF YOUR PHONE!" or, "JUST GO!" or better still, "YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY!" (Seriously if one person's turning and the other's going straight at a 4 way stop, the guy going straight goes first. It's not that hard.)

I feel your pain.

[Zero]

This reminds me of a funny story.

About five years ago, back when my Mom worked in a drug store, I noticed a dude in a convertible parked in front of the store. The guy was talking to his ladyfriend and acting like his shit didn't stink.

Ignoring him, I enter the store to my Mom trying to calm down a customer who was sobbing. Turns out that the guy had followed her for five miles, calling her every dirty word in the book for cutting him off. And he was WAITING FOR HER TO LEAVE SO HE COULD KEEP GOING.

They were about to call the police, but I told them not to bother with it.

While I'm still Six foot Seven, back then I had 50 less pounds of fat on me, so I looked like I could be a lineman or something. I'm not someone to be messed with.

So, I leave the store, walk over to the guy, and, with the biggest shit-eating grin I could muster, say, "You been talking shit to my Mom?"

The dude went pale.

Then, channeling my best Samuel L Jackson skills, the grin vanished. "I asked you a question, DWARF. Did. You. Talk. Shit. To. My. Mom."

He then peeled out at that point. Never saw him again.

There was no point to this story. That was just me tooting my own horn.

God, I was badass.

[Anon Mous]

Aug 28, 2013 23:43:42 GMT -5 Zero said:

God, I was badass.

Yeah . . . What happened? ;D

[Roas]

Aug 28, 2013 23:43:42 GMT -5 Zero said:

This reminds me of a funny story.

About five years ago, back when my Mom worked in a drug store, I noticed a dude in a convertible parked in front of the store. The guy was talking to his ladyfriend and acting like his shit didn't stink.

Ignoring him, I enter the store to my Mom trying to calm down a customer who was sobbing. Turns out that the guy had followed her for five miles, calling her every dirty word in the book for cutting him off. And he was WAITING FOR HER TO LEAVE SO HE COULD KEEP GOING.

They were about to call the police, but I told them not to bother with it.

While I'm still Six foot Seven, back then I had 50 less pounds of fat on me, so I looked like I could be a lineman or something. I'm not someone to be messed with.

So, I leave the store, walk over to the guy, and, with the biggest shit-eating grin I could muster, say, "You been talking shit to my Mom?"

The dude went pale.

Then, channeling my best Samuel L Jackson skills, the grin vanished. "I asked you a question, DWARF. Did. You. Talk. Shit. To. My. Mom."

He then peeled out at that point. Never saw him again.

There was no point to this story. That was just me tooting my own horn.

God, I was badass.

Heh heh.

I did something similar to that at a party once where I was the designated sober guy. Long story short, everyone else was trashed, and there was this dude called...and I kid you not...Wee Wee.

At some point Wee Wee is trying to lure girls into side rooms for questionable reasons...and he starts to put moves on one of my friends. I am alerted, and I slowly make my way over. Wee Wee looks up as I come over, putting my arm around her.

Wee Wee: "Oh...she your woman?" with a sneer.

Me: "No...she's my sister."

The look of terror on his face when I claimed her as family was unforgettable. Dude tore out of there.

Being badass is fun

[Solana]

So she cuts you off from freakin' behind and follows you to yell at you. Wow, this lady needs a life. And some driving lessons. And some common sense.

Too bad she didn't try this in Texas. My dad heard a story on the radio about a guy who pulled over a car full of old ladies for a similar reason. He goes to the driver's side window to start yelling at them, but the driver pulls out a can of mace and gets him right in the eyes.

While he's swearing and trying to recover, the lady from the passenger's side gets out of the car, purse in hand. She goes over to him and starts smacking him with it.

After the purse-smacking has commenced, another lady gets out of the back of the car, armed with an umbrella. She starts getting whacking him with it.

Finally, the last lady decides it's her turn. She gets out of the car, Bible in hand, and starts laying a smackdown with it in between the other two ladies.

After they've judged that he had had enough, they get back in their car and take off again.

The story was called in by another guy who had been behind them, and he was laughing so hard that he could barely get the words out.

[steampunkadept]

Aug 29, 2013 9:56:50 GMT -5 Solana said:

Too bad she didn't try this in Texas. My dad heard a story on the radio about a guy who pulled over a car full of old ladies for a similar reason. He goes to the driver's side window to start yelling at them, but the driver pulls out a can of mace and gets him right in the eyes.

While he's swearing and trying to recover, the lady from the passenger's side gets out of the car, purse in hand. She goes over to him and starts smacking him with it.

After the purse-smacking has commenced, another lady gets out of the back of the car, armed with an umbrella. She starts getting whacking him with it.

Finally, the last lady decides it's her turn. She gets out of the car, Bible in hand, and starts laying a smackdown with it in between the other two ladies.

After they've judged that he had had enough, they get back in their car and take off again.

The story was called in by another guy who had been behind them, and he was laughing so hard that he could barely get the words out.

Very few people try this in Texas, because Texas has more guns per capita than dollar bills... I exaggerate a little, but about 3 in 5 people have guns here. And, few, if any of them, are afraid to use them.