Today I was backing out of a spot at the bank and was like " WHoop" I cut it real sharp and backed around this white truck. I almost did a uturn so I could could go the other way.
This dude jumps out of his truck and runs around it. Looks at his truck and starts screaming at me that I almost hit his truck... I poked my head out the window and he screams again that I almost hit his truck. I told I had about 3 feet and again he says "Fuck you, you almost hit my truck." . I told him to get over himself and flipped him off and told him to fuck off.
I wasn't mad or anything. I was puzzled. As I was driving away and pondering the whole interaction I found myself really wishing I had hit that motherfuckers shiny new truck. I mean I have insurance and hate my fucking truck....
This dude jumps out of his truck and runs around it. Looks at his truck and starts screaming at me that I almost hit his truck... I poked my head out the window and he screams again that I almost hit his truck. I told I had about 3 feet and again he says "Fuck you, you almost hit my truck." . I told him to get over himself and flipped him off and told him to fuck off.
I wasn't mad or anything. I was puzzled. As I was driving away and pondering the whole interaction I found myself really wishing I had hit that motherfuckers shiny new truck. I mean I have insurance and hate my fucking truck....