04:59 PM - Freaking $#@%! imbecile!!
Oh my FUCKING God!!! This is why my general philosophy in life is that I hate people (I'm willing to make, and have made, TONS of exceptions):
I'm driving behind a blue pickup on Lindbergh. He's fine. He's doing 45mph (it's a 40) and I'm cool with that. There's an older looking mid-sized sedan next to me, as we're passing him (he's doing around 40). Also fine. There's a bigger, white pickup truck behind him, riding his ass. He whips around him rather suddenly and is riding my ass. Okay, not like that's never happened so far...
The blue pickup & I get passed the sedan far enough so I can pass him, 'cause I prefer to do 50-55mph. I do it quickly, though not suddenly (and using my signal) because I have the feeling the guy behind me is a jackalope, to use a friend's saying. I accelerate as well, decently, so I'm passing the blue pickup fine (not at 1mph faster, IOW). The white pickup whips in behind me, no doubt cutting off the sedan, and rides my ass closer than he had been. Now I'm starting to get a little pissed.
As soon as I'm passed the blue truck far enough so I won't cut him off, I put on my signal and change lanes to the left lane (where I want to be). The white pickup, about a 1/2 second after I move, also moves (IOW, also cutting off the blue pickup), and starts accelerating, putting him yet closer.
Then, he whips it back over into the right lane, yelling who knows what at me (manual windows, so the right one is up) as he accelerates to around 60-65 (I'm doing 55-57 at this point).
After he's in front of me, he tosses a silver can (either beer or Barq's, as that's about the only soda -- aka non-alcoholic -- can I can bring to mind that's just about all silver) out his window. Fortunatley it lands behind his right rear tire, bounces, and goes off to the side somewhere (missing me completely). I flip him off, 'cause right about now I'm fucking pissed as hell, I slept like shit last night, I'm sick, and goddammit he's driving like a fucking moron & going to get people killed. So he holds another can out the window & shakes it like he's gonna toss it too. Whatever (he didn't).
We get to this light right before I-70 and it's red, so he stops and I stop. He fucking gets out of his car, yells something about being over the line (EXCUSE me, but being a bit anal about my driving, the only time I'm not in exactly ONE lane is the brief amount of time when I'm changing lanes... not sure exactly if this was his argument, but that's what I heard), and calls me a fucking bitch. Then he finally gets back in his car when seeing traffic move due to the green light (guess he decided beating my head in wasn't an option w/ all the traffic) and squeals his tires.
I of course can't accelerate that fast, nor do I want to, and then sort of simultaneously see a cop w/ his lights on in the left turn lane of the opposite direction, and behind me the guy in the blue pickup pointing furiously ahead of him (whether at me, the cop, or the white pickup I've no idea -- hoping it was either the cop so I'd notice, or the white truck because he was rooting the cop on to pull the fucker over). I stop & the cop makes a U-y to the left lane, and then I go.
Okay, now you're expecting the cop (who had to have seen this guy get out of his damn car) to pull the guy over, right? WRONG!! He turns off his lights after a short ways, and does around 48-50, and of course now the truck has decided that this is a good speed for now. So the asshole completely gets to go, unless the cop stayed with him passed where I got off (at the Rock Rd., which is just over the hill that goes over 70) and then pulled him over.
So, I guess the phrase "Where's a cop when you need one?" doesn't make much sense anymore. Even if there IS a cop when you need one, he doesn't give one fat shit about the situation or about doing his damn job. Oh, judging by the look of the asshole driver, he was a 50+ overweight guy w/ grey spiked hair, and had the total look & attitude of "I'm a good ol' boy, a big tough man, and all y'all other assholes better get the fuck outta my way, especially all you wimin folk who should be back in the kitchen & not on the roads, 'cause none o' y'all know how to drive right anyway." I know I'm stereotyping in a HUGE way, but that was my impression, this is my rant, and my page to rant on, and goddammit I'm still fucking pissed & wanting to beat the asshole about the head until he bleeds to death.
I guess it's good I don't have karate class today (though I doubt I'd go anyway, I feel like shit & have not much physical energy to move about), because I'd have a really hard time not beating the shit out of everyone & everything, and get way carried away. Who knows? Class is tomorrow night, and there's a good possibility I'll stew over this all the rest of today & tomorrow, and still be mad. Just not quite as brightly-burning mad as when it happened 10 minutes ago, but still very, very mad. Fucking cocksucking redneck selfish asshole!!!