So Friday I went and got my haircut, and he also cleaned up my Donna wig for me, and forbade me from every putting scissors to a wig again, LOL.
I had to go home a funky way, because of awful construction mess on the freeway. It was rush hour and even my back way was slow going, probably took twice as long to get home as it would have normally.
So I’m driving along in heavy traffic and get to a stop light. This moving truck is beside me, a local moving company, I look up and the driver is hanging out of his window, and waving at me. It was just like a “hey!” wave, like he knew me, or thought he knew me.
But I just gave a little wave back, because what if I did know him and just couldn’t place him? Pretty sure I didn’t. Light changed and I drove off.
A few seconds down the road I glance in my rear-view mirror, and the guy is swerving this truck in between the lanes of the incredibly packed two lanes of the road. He’s swerved into my lane, a few cars behind me, and then jerked back into the other lane, cutting off a car. Then he guns it to pull up right along side me again (I didn’t think those big trucks could move that fast), getting about 5 inches away from the bumper of the car in front of him to do so.
That freaked me out. WTF was this guy doing? I noped right out of there. I didn’t want to sit at the next light next to this truck, so I took the very next left and went home and even FUNKIER way than before.
So I say, dude, if I DO actually know you and you’re reading this – sorry for thinking you’re a creeper but damn, your driving could use some work.
And if I don’t actually know you… you are a grade A creepy person and should not have a driver’s license.
(Also to note there was nothing wrong with my car. Nothing hanging out of it or off of it, no low tire, no lights out, no reason for him to be trying to get my attention because of my car’s status. I checked the car over when I got home just in case.)