Yes, it was VERY close. about 40 minutes ago it was closing time for bars, and I was designated driver. I pick up my friends, it was dark and VERY FOGGY. Fog everywhere, couldn't see crap. So, I suddenly see this guy laying on the ground, luckily I was driving slow (about 30km/h). For his luck, I have very good brakes and I was actually looking very carefully in front of me.
So my brakes yell and I stop, little scared, maybe I drove over his leg because I can only see his upper body?
Then I see the guy getting up laughing and drunk. I was like WTF! I horn, and then he proceeds to flip me! His middle finger raised high, his buddies are cheering him next to the road. This point I lose it, road rage steps in and I'm really angry. It's not a ****ing game. I could have seriously drive over him, and it was a miracle I didn't! And he ****ing flips me? I'm hot inside and my friends are not actually helping the situation by shouting 'kick his ass!'. Suddenly I think that's a very good idea and step out of the car fast, ready to make him remember this day and not laugh about it tomorrow. He can laugh if it's funny to pee blood I figure. But the guy ran away when I stepped out.. I controlled myself and didn't chase him down, though I wanted to. Reason set in. He's so stupid, I figure he'll be in the next Darwin awards anyway, no need to make it happen faster.
God damn I'm still pissed at that stupid guy. Scared the crap out of me. He looked like he was in bar the first time, maybe 18. Next time I bump into him, I'll be accelerating, not stopping.
edit: You know, actually I think I'll hunt him down anyway. Little ****er.. You know what it's like to suddenly think 'oh ****, did I kill him????' In few seconds you see all images of killing someone, Bubba doing you doggystyle and you being screwed. It's a horrible feeling. Heart starts going drum and beat style, and you feel like drunk from all the adrenaline or what ever. God damn I hate that ****er.
So my brakes yell and I stop, little scared, maybe I drove over his leg because I can only see his upper body?
Then I see the guy getting up laughing and drunk. I was like WTF! I horn, and then he proceeds to flip me! His middle finger raised high, his buddies are cheering him next to the road. This point I lose it, road rage steps in and I'm really angry. It's not a ****ing game. I could have seriously drive over him, and it was a miracle I didn't! And he ****ing flips me? I'm hot inside and my friends are not actually helping the situation by shouting 'kick his ass!'. Suddenly I think that's a very good idea and step out of the car fast, ready to make him remember this day and not laugh about it tomorrow. He can laugh if it's funny to pee blood I figure. But the guy ran away when I stepped out.. I controlled myself and didn't chase him down, though I wanted to. Reason set in. He's so stupid, I figure he'll be in the next Darwin awards anyway, no need to make it happen faster.
God damn I'm still pissed at that stupid guy. Scared the crap out of me. He looked like he was in bar the first time, maybe 18. Next time I bump into him, I'll be accelerating, not stopping.
edit: You know, actually I think I'll hunt him down anyway. Little ****er.. You know what it's like to suddenly think 'oh ****, did I kill him????' In few seconds you see all images of killing someone, Bubba doing you doggystyle and you being screwed. It's a horrible feeling. Heart starts going drum and beat style, and you feel like drunk from all the adrenaline or what ever. God damn I hate that ****er.
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