I was driving along minding my own business, this truck swerves thru two lanes and cuts me off, one of those trucks with the over sized tires, huge muffler, very noisy, raised up in the air, black, I did not see the make of the truck but it was there in front of me. I honked my horn he reaches out and gives me the finger, well now I'm mad. I followed him, he was not going to get away with this, I was in my mid sized car that was good on gas and got great mileage in the city and highway. He made a left turn, then an immediate right, he could tell I was following him. He pulled off on a side street and slammed the brakes.
He jumped out of his truck and headed for my car yelling obscenities all the way. He was I would say five foot six maybe seven, a small framed guy, long brown hair, a black tee shirt with some band name on it, faded jeans and work boots. He had a beard, that is in dire need of a trim, his eyebrows were almost one, very bushy he came up to my door, yelling.
"Are you fucking following me you fucking fag? Come out of the car you fucking pussy!" He screamed at me thru my car window.
I just smiled, put my car in park, unbuckled my seat belt, got out of my car. When I got out he stopped in his tracks, my being six foot two, one hundred and sixty five muscular pounds, I am pretty sure I scared the poor bastard. I walked towards him, he backed away towards his truck.
"What, wait, why are you following me man?" He said fear in his voice.
"You cut me off back there and then had the fucking nerve to give me the finger, people like you piss me off with your over sized vehicles cutting people off, that is why I am following you pal." I told him pointing my finger in his face.
He continued to walk backwards towards his truck, I was right in his face.
"The fact that you called me a fucking fag did not do anything to impress me neither. You are in need of a serious attitude adjustment my friend, and I may be the man to do it for you." I scolded him his back to his truck.
"I did not see you in my lane." He tried to defend himself, sounding nervous.
I pushed him against his truck hard.
"You little asshole you crossed two lanes to cut me off, it almost seemed like you purposely did it." I yelled at him I was so mad at this point.
"I don't think that is what happened, you have the facts wrong." He tried to intimidate me.
"You know what pal admit you did it, then apologize and it's done, this is just pissing me off." I yelled at him.
That is when he swung at me, he tried to punch me in the face, I caught his hand mid swing, and held him from landing it. I just smiled at him.
"What's your next move bitch? Still want to call me names? You my little friend are a total asshole, in any other circumstance I would have let you hit me then I would have pummeled you to the ground, but there are too many witnesses here, but karma will get you." I told him pointing at his chest.
