Probably being run off the road and attacked with a knife because I wouldn’t/couldn’t get out of the way of some methed out asshole.
My old car had a gas shut-off if enough big bumps happened.
I was doing 5 over the limit and a dude comes up behind me, honking and going batshit.
The road was a curvy country road with no real way to pull off safely. Too curvy to put my ass on the line speeding up more. So I just waved him around and slowed slightly on a slightly less curved section.
Dude revs up, then starts to jerk into the side of my car.
I brake hard and steer as best as possible to what little shoulder exists.
Passenger side is barely hanging on the edge of a five foot drop, and of course the bump slipping off the paved section hard set off the gas shutoff.
Fine, whatever. The switch to cut it back on is in the fucking rear hatch area.
So I drag my sasquatch ass out out the car to go hit it.
Dude comes screeching back from the other direction. Brakes hard, practically jumps out of the car, pulls a shitty switchblade and comes at me.
Shit went down. I have one small scar, he was worse off. I used to tell the whole story, but people are fucking idiots, and I’m too old for internet bullshit.
Shoot, share it anyway. That’s what it’s all about, people just sharing themselves and maybe getting a chance to walk that mile in the other person’s shoes :)
It wasn’t really alarming at the time because I was a stupid child, but I may have almost gotten kidnapped. One day in the 90’s when I was maybe 4 or 5 years old, my family all went grocery shopping at Target one day and I somehow got separated from them and started wandering around looking for them (hadn’t learned “stay in place” yet). Some nice lady offered to help me look for them, took my hand, and after wandering for a bit, said “maybe your parents are out in the parking lot!” So, she took me outside and we were walking to the end of the lot when I did, in fact, spot my parents. Turns out they had completely forgotten/not realized I wasn’t with them because they were loading groceries and getting ready to leave.
When I say “my family” went to Target, ot was my parents and older brother, so by no means a Home Alone situation. Really I’m more alarmed at them than the lady for having left their youngest child in Target.
Probably being run off the road and attacked with a knife because I wouldn’t/couldn’t get out of the way of some methed out asshole.
My old car had a gas shut-off if enough big bumps happened.
I was doing 5 over the limit and a dude comes up behind me, honking and going batshit.
The road was a curvy country road with no real way to pull off safely. Too curvy to put my ass on the line speeding up more. So I just waved him around and slowed slightly on a slightly less curved section.
Dude revs up, then starts to jerk into the side of my car.
I brake hard and steer as best as possible to what little shoulder exists.
Passenger side is barely hanging on the edge of a five foot drop, and of course the bump slipping off the paved section hard set off the gas shutoff.
Fine, whatever. The switch to cut it back on is in the fucking rear hatch area.
So I drag my sasquatch ass out out the car to go hit it.
Dude comes screeching back from the other direction. Brakes hard, practically jumps out of the car, pulls a shitty switchblade and comes at me.
Shit went down. I have one small scar, he was worse off. I used to tell the whole story, but people are fucking idiots, and I’m too old for internet bullshit.
Damn. I had a story but it’s a hard nothingburger compared to this so I don’t even want to write it
Shoot, share it anyway. That’s what it’s all about, people just sharing themselves and maybe getting a chance to walk that mile in the other person’s shoes :)
Well okay then:
It wasn’t really alarming at the time because I was a stupid child, but I may have almost gotten kidnapped. One day in the 90’s when I was maybe 4 or 5 years old, my family all went grocery shopping at Target one day and I somehow got separated from them and started wandering around looking for them (hadn’t learned “stay in place” yet). Some nice lady offered to help me look for them, took my hand, and after wandering for a bit, said “maybe your parents are out in the parking lot!” So, she took me outside and we were walking to the end of the lot when I did, in fact, spot my parents. Turns out they had completely forgotten/not realized I wasn’t with them because they were loading groceries and getting ready to leave.
When I say “my family” went to Target, ot was my parents and older brother, so by no means a Home Alone situation. Really I’m more alarmed at them than the lady for having left their youngest child in Target.
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