This just happened on the way home. I was shaking with rage.....it was almost hard to eat because one of my hands was still in a fist.
I had a more than usually stressfull week at work. I was in an okay mood while doing laundry, but that was quickly changed in the McDonalds drive-thru.
I had to move forward because there was a wait on my McChicken. Ok, no big deal.
I scooted my tiny Dodge Neon forward, the truck behind me got his coffee and was able to pull away just fine. Hence, I had left PLENTY of room.
Then right up my rear pulls up this brand new Mazda, the driver appearing to be in his early to mid 30s (I could be wrong...looks deceive....he might have been younger or even older than that), wearing his tie and nice dress shirt.
I'm looking in my side mirror to see if they are bringing out my food yet, and I see him yelling at me from inside his car "MOVE IT!"
How rude. But ok...maybe there was a big truck behind him that couldn't get out.
So I moved. But if I moved any further, I'd go around the corner and the employees would probably think I ditched.
My scooting didn't help. Jackass was STILL yelling at me. Add to it he started acting like a 16 year old girl and pounding on his steering wheel, running his hand through his hair, viciously shaking his head "No" and muttering something. I am quite talented at reading lips because of the job I do (yelling at people on the other side of the wall....after a while you learn to read lips quite well), however, if you talk too fast, I can't understand. I don't know what the hell he was saying when he was going on and on. Probably OMG MOVE IT BITCH MOVE IT.
The wait turned out to be quite a few minutes, and he kept up his little Christian Bale mantrum. Then he started pulling up closer to my car and acting like he was going to go around it, still being dramatic....I could see him in the rear view mirror mouth wide agape yelling "MOVE IT!"
I had enough. I can't go any far further. I left you and everyone else PLENTY of room. So now I get it. I totally get it. He doesn't realize that I am waiting for my food.....he probably thinks I'm one of those ignorant people who gets their food and continues to sit in the drive-thru line inspecting my stuff for several minutes. After all, he never saw me get my food, as he was two cars behind me.
But still no good reason to be acting like such a little douche.
So what did I do? Not my proudest moment, but I stuck my middle finger out at him.
What does he then do? Looks behind him, whips it into reverse, backs up so hard his tires shriek.....and whips it RIGHT NEXT TO my car and rolls down his window and with his angry big man voice yells at me "You told ME to fuck off?!!!!?"
My driver's side window was partially down, as my driver's side one has no crank so I roll down the passenger side one to smoke and to let air in. So with the advantage, I nodded and yelled back "Yes I did! Get out of your car and come yell at me, you fucking douche!"
He shakes his head in complete disbelief and pulls his car off to the side and ahead of me....now he is almost blocking the way out.
The poor McDonalds lady comes out with both of our bags, and asks me "Where's the other car?" I told her "He's over there. Better bring him his food right away, he's throwing a fit!"
I let him go first. She gave him his food, and he tried to take off so fast that the back tires on his brand new Mazda did nothing but spin fast. Then he was able to rocket off and probably go back to work at being king of the world.
Way to go. Not have any clue what is really going on, and picking a fight with a 22 year old girl to prove your manhood.
Where was I supposed to go to get out of "His" way...? There was PLENTY of room!
That's just too bad my boyfriend or my dad wasn't there. Although I really do believe that's just too easy and I dare a douche like him to really try something with me. I don't care how big and tough you am.....I am literally insane and I can cause a grown man so much pain in such little time that he won't know what hit him.
He must be used to girls bowing down and being scared of him. Not me. But nice to know that you're the kind of guy that gets off on picking fights with little girls!
I had a more than usually stressfull week at work. I was in an okay mood while doing laundry, but that was quickly changed in the McDonalds drive-thru.
I had to move forward because there was a wait on my McChicken. Ok, no big deal.
I scooted my tiny Dodge Neon forward, the truck behind me got his coffee and was able to pull away just fine. Hence, I had left PLENTY of room.
Then right up my rear pulls up this brand new Mazda, the driver appearing to be in his early to mid 30s (I could be wrong...looks deceive....he might have been younger or even older than that), wearing his tie and nice dress shirt.
I'm looking in my side mirror to see if they are bringing out my food yet, and I see him yelling at me from inside his car "MOVE IT!"
How rude. But ok...maybe there was a big truck behind him that couldn't get out.
So I moved. But if I moved any further, I'd go around the corner and the employees would probably think I ditched.
My scooting didn't help. Jackass was STILL yelling at me. Add to it he started acting like a 16 year old girl and pounding on his steering wheel, running his hand through his hair, viciously shaking his head "No" and muttering something. I am quite talented at reading lips because of the job I do (yelling at people on the other side of the wall....after a while you learn to read lips quite well), however, if you talk too fast, I can't understand. I don't know what the hell he was saying when he was going on and on. Probably OMG MOVE IT BITCH MOVE IT.
The wait turned out to be quite a few minutes, and he kept up his little Christian Bale mantrum. Then he started pulling up closer to my car and acting like he was going to go around it, still being dramatic....I could see him in the rear view mirror mouth wide agape yelling "MOVE IT!"
I had enough. I can't go any far further. I left you and everyone else PLENTY of room. So now I get it. I totally get it. He doesn't realize that I am waiting for my food.....he probably thinks I'm one of those ignorant people who gets their food and continues to sit in the drive-thru line inspecting my stuff for several minutes. After all, he never saw me get my food, as he was two cars behind me.
But still no good reason to be acting like such a little douche.
So what did I do? Not my proudest moment, but I stuck my middle finger out at him.
What does he then do? Looks behind him, whips it into reverse, backs up so hard his tires shriek.....and whips it RIGHT NEXT TO my car and rolls down his window and with his angry big man voice yells at me "You told ME to fuck off?!!!!?"
My driver's side window was partially down, as my driver's side one has no crank so I roll down the passenger side one to smoke and to let air in. So with the advantage, I nodded and yelled back "Yes I did! Get out of your car and come yell at me, you fucking douche!"
He shakes his head in complete disbelief and pulls his car off to the side and ahead of me....now he is almost blocking the way out.
The poor McDonalds lady comes out with both of our bags, and asks me "Where's the other car?" I told her "He's over there. Better bring him his food right away, he's throwing a fit!"
I let him go first. She gave him his food, and he tried to take off so fast that the back tires on his brand new Mazda did nothing but spin fast. Then he was able to rocket off and probably go back to work at being king of the world.
Way to go. Not have any clue what is really going on, and picking a fight with a 22 year old girl to prove your manhood.
Where was I supposed to go to get out of "His" way...? There was PLENTY of room!
That's just too bad my boyfriend or my dad wasn't there. Although I really do believe that's just too easy and I dare a douche like him to really try something with me. I don't care how big and tough you am.....I am literally insane and I can cause a grown man so much pain in such little time that he won't know what hit him.
He must be used to girls bowing down and being scared of him. Not me. But nice to know that you're the kind of guy that gets off on picking fights with little girls!
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