The Crazy Shit The Crazy Man & Lady Said

Over the weekend, A and I ran to the store by ourselves to grab a few things. On the way home, a truck goes flying by me. He ends up getting stuck at the next light unable to turn. Once the light turns green, we both take the right onto the street before mine. Then, he takes a right again, onto my (our, apparently) street. (Mental note: My street is on a hill, so as soon as you turn onto it you have to kinda press on the gas to make it up.) As soon as he turns onto our street, he stops. As in, I almost hit him because there was no warning.

He starts waving for me to pass him, but I'm too close to him to make it without hitting him. I don't feel comfortable backing up with A in the backseat because we just pulled off of a busy street and I didn't want to get rear-ended. So, I motion for him to pull up some so I could try to make it around him. Out of no where, the guy puts his truck into reverse and starts heading toward me. He is able to get his car turned enough to roll his window down to yell at me to "BACK THE FUCK UP, BITCH!" I started to back up, because obviously this guy was a fucking nut. He pulls back some more into the driveway. Then, he stops. He's directly in front of me and he yells "YOU FUCKING STUPID BITCH!" and floors it into the driveway. I thought about calling the police, but decided the guy was probably just having a really shitty day. Luckily for him I wasn't in a bitchy mood.

I thought I was done with crazy people driving, and then this happened. So picture this, The Crew and I were sitting at a light waiting for it to change, when all of the sudden the lady in the car next to us motions for me to roll my window down. Now, I'm thinking she's going to tell me something about my bumper since someone hit (and ran--bastards!) into the back of our car about a year ago in a parking lot of the mall. This is the conversation that followed.

Crazy Lady: *points towards my back bumper* Excuse me ma'am, Did you have a wreck on Monday?

Me: Um, no

Crazy Lady: Yes you were! You hit me! You hit me on Monday!

Me: Um, no ma'am, I was hit in a parking lot a year ago at the mall.

Crazy Lady: Riiight. Riiiight. Yeah, riiiiight! You hit me!

*the light changes, we both start driving*

At this point, the lady starts driving really slowly. It's like she was trying to wait for me to pass to follow me or get my tag number. So, I turned on the side street after she got stuck in traffic.

WHAT THE FUCK? Okay, first of all, I wasn't in a wreck Monday. But, let's just say I was, the damage was on my REAR bumper, is the crazy bitch trying to tell me I was DRIVING BACKWARDS and hit her, then ran? WTF? OMG. Who the hell flags someone down in TRAFFIC shouting a bunch of crazy shit without even knowing if you have the right person or not?

Needless to say, I'm afraid I'm going to run into this bitch again because this town is fairly small and I travel pretty much the same route every day at the same time. Sigh.

Here's to hoping our car stops being a magnet for crazy ass drivers!