What fun I had after work!!
Tonight, I got off work and went to wash my car. Tomorrow is my Girlfriends birthday and I delayed in getting her something....stupid me. I figure I'll swing by Walmart and pick her up something just to kinda surprise her tonight. I spend some time and pick out a card, movie, and a gift certificate. I head on to the house.
I had been working all day and wanted to get home so bad. I come into town and there is a long line of traffic in the left lane to turn. I guess some people got tired of waiting for the light so one car pulls out a little and see's me and slams on brakes...ok...thanks....
Then an Izusu Rodeo figures he can make it....ok....if he gets on the gas, he can. Of course, he doesn't though, so I gotta slam on my brakes. Whatever, I'm pissed, but I'm eager to get home.
We come to a stop light and this guy gets out of his Rodeo and runs back to my car. I'm thinking this guy may want to apoligize for being a bad driver. Nope.
He starts yelling at me, "Why the F did you come on my ass...WTF is your problem...MF...I'll woop your ass.."
Anyone that knows me personally knows I have a BAD SERIAL KILLER temper. Well, he pushed my buttons so I reply, "WTF...why the hell don't you pull out in front of someone and get angry over something you did...MF...".
He comes up to my window like he wants to hit me and backs off...then comes up agian.....
I had a cigarette in my hand, so he reaches in and smacks my hand and knocks my cigarette in my lap. Then he says, "you wanna get out of the car [censored]?"....
Oh hell yeah I do...
I take my seat belt off and he blocks my door from openning. He notices the light changed to green and he runs to his Rodeo and takes off.
I won't be punkd like that!
So I follow him and get his plate #. I get on my Nextel and beep a bunch of friends...who of course aren't anywhere close when you need them, but I finally get in touch with one and he's hauling ass my way.
We get stopped at a light in a turn lane and this guy jumps out of his Isuzu again. "Oh hell, here we go again..." I say to myself.
He gets up to my car and starts yelling and then reaches in my car and starts punching me..."WTF...MFAHGDFAG"....then starts kicking my car....then goes back to punching.
I lean down in my seat so he can't reach in too much more. I notice my knife sitting there and reach for it, but can't get to it.
He finally backs off enough and I undo my seatbelt and get out of my car. In the middle of traffic we go to fighting....ok.....um...he goes to fighting....
This guy punches me in the face, I go to punch, he backs up, he swings agian, I duck, He swings agian, misses agian, I go ahead and pull for a power hit....and then the guy punches me in the throat....then starts running to his truck cuz the light turned green...
"You SOB"...I yell out...
Jump back in my car..cuz I wasn't through yet, but then realize that my car is off....keys are in my pocket...what luck I have...
I finally wrestle the keys out of my pocket and shove them in the ignition. I get the car going and leave a large cloud of white smoke in the intersection. I get blocked off by a few cars, but I still have his tail lights in sight.
We get to a large straight away, I down shift and pass 4 cars trying to catch this guy. I get another friend on the phone and give him the plate # (this is a very important part of the story).
I creep up behind him and follow him through these back roads around BFE.....
I end up losing him because I don't want him to know that I'm following him so I head back to the store on the corner.
My friend that I called last calls the Highway Patrol to come out. Finally my friend gets there and I call HP agian to let them know where we are. They tell me that it's a county problem so they dispatch a Sherrif out my way. Ok..no prob.
We wait about 45 minutes and a sherriff pulls up. I go to talk to him, but he stops me and tells me someone is on the way to respond....Ok?????
I'm thinking..."you are here...you should respond". But I'll be patient.
About 15 minutes later another sherriff pulls up. I ask if he's there to respond. He say's "respond to what?"...WTF....
He finally says ok, I'll help you out and I explain to him the whole story. He looks at my car where the guy kicked the car and pulled the window moulding off. He says are you ok then shines the light in my face to see if there is any evidence of bruising. No there isn't cuz the guy hit like a girl, but he was quick.
I give him the description of the vehicle and the guy and give him the plate #. Then he tells me..."Well, we can't do anything for you, this is a town problem. You'll have to call Clayton PD and press charges". OMFG..
I was shuffled around from Department to Department. I ask him, "if I pressed charges how long would it take to get it resolved because I'm moving to Texas in September." He says that I probably shouldn't unless I want to come back here and go to court...
I take that as if the conversation ended.
About that time, my buddy comes running up to me..."OK, I got it".
"Got what?"
"Everything"
"Everything what?"
"His address, his name, his vehicle, his children's name, his eye color, his SS #, his email address, his Date of birth, his wife's name, his parents name, his...." (the list goes on and on..)
It turns out my friends sister's husband is a repo man...hahahahahaha.
I got all this info on this Mr. James Deluca......
Now, what should I do with it?
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dentless dave!!
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Tonight, I got off work and went to wash my car. Tomorrow is my Girlfriends birthday and I delayed in getting her something....stupid me. I figure I'll swing by Walmart and pick her up something just to kinda surprise her tonight. I spend some time and pick out a card, movie, and a gift certificate. I head on to the house.
I had been working all day and wanted to get home so bad. I come into town and there is a long line of traffic in the left lane to turn. I guess some people got tired of waiting for the light so one car pulls out a little and see's me and slams on brakes...ok...thanks....
Then an Izusu Rodeo figures he can make it....ok....if he gets on the gas, he can. Of course, he doesn't though, so I gotta slam on my brakes. Whatever, I'm pissed, but I'm eager to get home.
We come to a stop light and this guy gets out of his Rodeo and runs back to my car. I'm thinking this guy may want to apoligize for being a bad driver. Nope.
He starts yelling at me, "Why the F did you come on my ass...WTF is your problem...MF...I'll woop your ass.."
Anyone that knows me personally knows I have a BAD SERIAL KILLER temper. Well, he pushed my buttons so I reply, "WTF...why the hell don't you pull out in front of someone and get angry over something you did...MF...".
He comes up to my window like he wants to hit me and backs off...then comes up agian.....
I had a cigarette in my hand, so he reaches in and smacks my hand and knocks my cigarette in my lap. Then he says, "you wanna get out of the car [censored]?"....
Oh hell yeah I do...
I take my seat belt off and he blocks my door from openning. He notices the light changed to green and he runs to his Rodeo and takes off.
I won't be punkd like that!
So I follow him and get his plate #. I get on my Nextel and beep a bunch of friends...who of course aren't anywhere close when you need them, but I finally get in touch with one and he's hauling ass my way.
We get stopped at a light in a turn lane and this guy jumps out of his Isuzu again. "Oh hell, here we go again..." I say to myself.
He gets up to my car and starts yelling and then reaches in my car and starts punching me..."WTF...MFAHGDFAG"....then starts kicking my car....then goes back to punching.
I lean down in my seat so he can't reach in too much more. I notice my knife sitting there and reach for it, but can't get to it.
He finally backs off enough and I undo my seatbelt and get out of my car. In the middle of traffic we go to fighting....ok.....um...he goes to fighting....
This guy punches me in the face, I go to punch, he backs up, he swings agian, I duck, He swings agian, misses agian, I go ahead and pull for a power hit....and then the guy punches me in the throat....then starts running to his truck cuz the light turned green...
"You SOB"...I yell out...
Jump back in my car..cuz I wasn't through yet, but then realize that my car is off....keys are in my pocket...what luck I have...
I finally wrestle the keys out of my pocket and shove them in the ignition. I get the car going and leave a large cloud of white smoke in the intersection. I get blocked off by a few cars, but I still have his tail lights in sight.
We get to a large straight away, I down shift and pass 4 cars trying to catch this guy. I get another friend on the phone and give him the plate # (this is a very important part of the story).
I creep up behind him and follow him through these back roads around BFE.....
I end up losing him because I don't want him to know that I'm following him so I head back to the store on the corner.
My friend that I called last calls the Highway Patrol to come out. Finally my friend gets there and I call HP agian to let them know where we are. They tell me that it's a county problem so they dispatch a Sherrif out my way. Ok..no prob.
We wait about 45 minutes and a sherriff pulls up. I go to talk to him, but he stops me and tells me someone is on the way to respond....Ok?????
I'm thinking..."you are here...you should respond". But I'll be patient.
About 15 minutes later another sherriff pulls up. I ask if he's there to respond. He say's "respond to what?"...WTF....
He finally says ok, I'll help you out and I explain to him the whole story. He looks at my car where the guy kicked the car and pulled the window moulding off. He says are you ok then shines the light in my face to see if there is any evidence of bruising. No there isn't cuz the guy hit like a girl, but he was quick.
I give him the description of the vehicle and the guy and give him the plate #. Then he tells me..."Well, we can't do anything for you, this is a town problem. You'll have to call Clayton PD and press charges". OMFG..
I was shuffled around from Department to Department. I ask him, "if I pressed charges how long would it take to get it resolved because I'm moving to Texas in September." He says that I probably shouldn't unless I want to come back here and go to court...
I take that as if the conversation ended.
About that time, my buddy comes running up to me..."OK, I got it".
"Got what?"
"Everything"
"Everything what?"
"His address, his name, his vehicle, his children's name, his eye color, his SS #, his email address, his Date of birth, his wife's name, his parents name, his...." (the list goes on and on..)
It turns out my friends sister's husband is a repo man...hahahahahaha.
I got all this info on this Mr. James Deluca......
Now, what should I do with it?
dentless dave!!
age on my car one of these days. All the PDR guys out here either suck and the one that doesn't charges wayyyy too much.
