
dogshitpacker
- July 17th, 23:43
I live in Burbank, and every morning I drive 10 miles south to Hollywood to work. I'm supposed to arrive at 9:00am. Today I left Burbank at 8:55am, which is common, because I don't give a fuck about my job, and I enjoy showing up late for work.
But I DO care about my job enough that I at least kinda' speed to work(-therefore I drive 77mph in a 65 mph zone, and I drive through borderline red lights at intersections, and do rolling stops, etc).
From my apartment, I have to drive about a half a mile on surface streets before I enter an on-ramp for the I-5 freeway. Anyways, today, at 8:55am I was driving 35mph on the surface street. It was a double lane. There was a huge van to the right of me driving neck-and-neck with me; And there was an intersection about 200 feet in front of us, -which, at the time, had a RED LIGHT. The van braked for the red light in anticipation, and slowly coasted to it. But since I had to eventually take a right turn to get on the freeway, I continued going 35mph and pulled in front of the Van, -which was about 45 feet behind me as I passed(a lot of space!!!).
And luckily, as soon as I switched into the Van's lane, the light turned Green and I NEVER even had to brake. However, as I pulled into the Van's lane, -the driver of the Van began HONKING at me. I knew exactly why he was honking at me. He was honking because he had a TERRIBLE TEMPER, and yes, because it was slightly dooshy of me to get in front of him when there was a red light shortly ahead, -but hey, this is L.A., if you can't handle THAT, you shouldn't be behind the wheel of a car.
But the Van driver is just getting started with his honking. He then rode my ass while honking his horn at a rate of 5 honks per second. Just fucking nuts!!! He then pulled into the left lane to get neck-and-neck with me, -and continued honking like a madman. Meanwhile, I REFUSED to acknowledge him, -though I did something in my car to purposely piss him the fuck off: I rhythmically swayed my head back-and-forth as if I was jamming out to elevator-music in my car. This resulted in his honking to be accompanied by his SHOUTING and SWEARING which I could easily hear through my dusty rolled-up windows.
He then tried to ram his van into my car(it was a bluff scare tactic), -coming within inches of hitting me before slowly veering back into his own lane. I didn't care. I didn't react to it. My only goal was to make him think that I had no clue as to what was going on and that I was completely oblivious to his honking and that i was genuinely rocking out to Huey Lewis And The News Greatest Hits album. But I soon blew my cover, cuz' as the van was still neck-and-neck with me, I made a facial reaction as if I had heard a weird noise, and then I looked to my right(the van was to my left) and WAVED DRAMATICALLY to an imaginary person on the sidewalk. That decision made the van driver want to kill me.
But I was almost out of danger, -the freeway entrance was just around the corner: I just had to take a right at the next intersection, then drive 200 feet and veer onto the Freeway. There was about 50 feet of space from that intersection light to my car, and there were already 2 cars waiting in front of me to turn right. I had the foresight to realize that if I drove up to the cars in front of me, the van driver would possibly box me in and then get out of his car and bash my window and stab me to death. I really thought that was a possibility. Another fleeting thought i had, -which I didn't like, was to pull into the gas station which was right at that corner, and cut through it and get onto the road I needed to get on. But I didn't do that because the Van driver would've easily followed me through it, and he'd have more psychotic adrenaline to ram into me if I cut through a gas station. However, I DID leave that possibility as an option: I left about 30 feet in front of me to the next car, so that I couldn't get boxed in. And I was now at the very edge of the gas station entrance, so, in case of emergency, I could still pull into it and try to escape, if attacked.
The van driver, who was STILL neck-and-neck with me, and STILL honking, and STILL yelling at me, suddenly cut into my lane in front of me, at a 45 degree angle and SLAMMED on his brakes. He then HOPPED out of his van SWEARING-his-head-off, and ran directly at me. I, of course, expected this and had already began SLOWLY pulling into the gas station before the van driver even opened his door. I also purposely "slowly" pulled into the gas station in order to convince the psycho van driver that I was just getting gas. It worked, cuz he stopped 'running' after me, and instead planned on ambushing me once I got out of my car to fill up my tank. I was literally coasting at 2mph through the gas station and proceeded to align my car up to a gas-pump while my peripheral vision observed the madman briskly walking behind my car. Obviously I wasn't gonna stop at the pump, -so I then increased my speed to 10mph while rolling down my power windows and stuck my left arm out of the window and FLIPPED him the MIDDLE FINGER and peeled out once I exited the gas station curb-cut entrance thingy.
The Van driver didn't even yell anything at that point. In my side-mirror, and rear-mirror, I COULD SEE HIM RUNNING back to his 45-degree-angle-parked van. 5 seconds later I was on the onramp to the freeway with only a slight fear of the van catching up to me. I wasn't out of the woods just yet though. It was one of those onramps where only one car can go at a time. There were two cars in front of me, and it seemed like it took 800 seconds for them to go through, -even though the light flashes from green to red every 3 seconds(one car per green). When the light turned green for me, I sped off with the mindset of a Nascar driver. I quickly shimmied over to the fast lane while dodging 18 wheelers going twice as fast as me. Traffic was heavy, -but it was still flowing at about 60mph or so. Soon I was all over the place, -every goddamn lane all at once if you can imagine it. Any opening I saw, I took it, -as if I was playing horizontal Tetris, I'd fill the gap and then look for my next move.
And guess what I saw in my rear-view mirror? Yup, the Van driver, -but luckily it was 2000 feet behind me, -and it appeared he was illegally driving on the shoulder of the road in order to make up ground. But I was flying along, and I was catching all kinds of breaks with my WEAVING-IN-AND-OUT-OF-LANES strategy. I never saw the Van again. Hopefully it drove straight into a cement girder block on the side of the road and got decapitated. I really wouldn't care. I'm against the death penalty, but I enjoy when mean people with bad tempers die(-just like Dexter does).
I made it to work FASTER than I ever had before. I lead-footed it the whole way. I'm sure that dumb van driver was too stupid to get my license plate number, -so I don't think I'll ever see him again. However, I do think he is INSANE enough to camp out at that gas station intersection around 9am for the next month or so in order to shoot me with a rifle. I'm not willing to take that chance, so I'm gonna take a different route to work for the next month and maybe even year. These middle-aged WHITE tea-bag-party shitheads got nothing to lose.
I didn't even really cut that Van Driver off. On the flip side, I've been dangerously cut off about 10,000 times in my life, -and guess what?, NOT ONCE have I honked at somebody for cutting me off. It's not a big deal; I'll give the driver the benefit of the doubt: Maybe the driver is late to a wedding, maybe the driver is late for work, maybe the driver is pregnant, maybe the driver has to-shit-his-pants really badly and is racing home, maybe they are late to an airport, maybe, maybe, maybe. True, these reasons don't validate cutting someone off, -but still, in general, people are in a hurry....all the time. Get used to it. Honking is for crybabies. Try sucking a dick instead.
In conclusion, I OWNED the fuck out of a redneck van driver today, and I have no idea what his face looks like cuz I didn't even look at him. He knows what I look like though. He probably thought about me all day long. He wants to kill me so badly. But he can't. His life is worthless. People with bad tempers lead worthless lives.
Today was one of the best days of my life.