Kraven251
05-16-2016, 15:51
So I wasn't going to put this on the internet, but I feel compelled to as it is one of those things I would call bullshit on, but alas it happened to me.
I was driving back from Omaha, NE this past Sunday and for some reason or another my body decided it wanted to produce urine at an unprecedented rate. Which unfortunately for me meant many frequent stops. Which also meant I passed many of the same slower moving cars trucks as I traveled across Nebraska. I was coming up on a Prius driving behind a semi-trailer and shifted into the left lane to pass, the Prius shifted into the left lane and hung out. I came up on Prius and then backed off...waiting for it to accelerate around the semi. The bumper which was a mix of coexist, rainbows, and Bernie 2016 stickers also had a New York license plate.
I then decided I need to piss anyway, and shifted back to the right lane to take the exit...so did the Prius. I think some of the people that had gathered behind us gave the driver the bird as they went by. The Prius and I both ended up at the same Love's truck stop. I would have went somewhere else but it was the only game in town at the exit. If only to avoid the idgit in the Prius that seemed to have a problem.
I am exiting the bathroom when the epitome of NY SJW man hating woman, approaches me and says with a tone that ultimately makes nails on a chalkboard seem like something pleasurable, "Do you drive that silver Charger outside?"
To which I replied "Yes" thinking maybe she saw something wrong with my car and opted to let me know...but alas No. She then states "You realize you have passed me multiple times today, and I think you are driving way too fast," and then gives me this look like I should somehow apologize to her for driving 5-7 miles over the speed limit on an interstate with dry pavement.
This is the part in the cartoon where you see the twig snap in the character's brain...and my reply.
"Do we know each other?" her silence told me the answer was no, which triggered the next response.
"Do you know what I do for a living? Do you know what I am capable of? You have taken it upon yourself to tell me a complete stranger that I was driving too fast for 'YOUR' liking. I could work for a fortune 500 company or I could be a serial killer deciding how I am going to stuff you in my trunk. You are a thousand miles from home in a place and culture you clearly do not understand, so let me do you a favor in telling you to go about your day and mind your own fucking business...and safe travels." I grinned and walked past her out the door.
The truckers that were getting some snacks behind me I think were about to asphyxiate from laughing. The woman I believe got the point, as I had seen the color drain from her face and she really didn't even try to say anything.
I happily didn't see her or her car the rest of the trip. Though I suspect I might be on a blog somewhere.
I was driving back from Omaha, NE this past Sunday and for some reason or another my body decided it wanted to produce urine at an unprecedented rate. Which unfortunately for me meant many frequent stops. Which also meant I passed many of the same slower moving cars trucks as I traveled across Nebraska. I was coming up on a Prius driving behind a semi-trailer and shifted into the left lane to pass, the Prius shifted into the left lane and hung out. I came up on Prius and then backed off...waiting for it to accelerate around the semi. The bumper which was a mix of coexist, rainbows, and Bernie 2016 stickers also had a New York license plate.
I then decided I need to piss anyway, and shifted back to the right lane to take the exit...so did the Prius. I think some of the people that had gathered behind us gave the driver the bird as they went by. The Prius and I both ended up at the same Love's truck stop. I would have went somewhere else but it was the only game in town at the exit. If only to avoid the idgit in the Prius that seemed to have a problem.
I am exiting the bathroom when the epitome of NY SJW man hating woman, approaches me and says with a tone that ultimately makes nails on a chalkboard seem like something pleasurable, "Do you drive that silver Charger outside?"
To which I replied "Yes" thinking maybe she saw something wrong with my car and opted to let me know...but alas No. She then states "You realize you have passed me multiple times today, and I think you are driving way too fast," and then gives me this look like I should somehow apologize to her for driving 5-7 miles over the speed limit on an interstate with dry pavement.
This is the part in the cartoon where you see the twig snap in the character's brain...and my reply.
"Do we know each other?" her silence told me the answer was no, which triggered the next response.
"Do you know what I do for a living? Do you know what I am capable of? You have taken it upon yourself to tell me a complete stranger that I was driving too fast for 'YOUR' liking. I could work for a fortune 500 company or I could be a serial killer deciding how I am going to stuff you in my trunk. You are a thousand miles from home in a place and culture you clearly do not understand, so let me do you a favor in telling you to go about your day and mind your own fucking business...and safe travels." I grinned and walked past her out the door.
The truckers that were getting some snacks behind me I think were about to asphyxiate from laughing. The woman I believe got the point, as I had seen the color drain from her face and she really didn't even try to say anything.
I happily didn't see her or her car the rest of the trip. Though I suspect I might be on a blog somewhere.