Driving In America

[rebeccajo 14]

All righty then....I'm driving to the high school to pick up the young prince. The road in front of the school is three lane - the middle lane is for turning. As I entered the turning lane to make a left into the high school horseshoe, another woman is coming full throttle down the turning lane. She is in the lane too early - I have already passed the road she would be making her left turn onto. It's now a game of chicken (even though I believe I had the right of way) and I'm not giving.....she's glaring at me and her mouth is flapping as I make my left hand turn. I'm sorry, I know it's immature but I couldn't help myself from gesturing to her that she was #1.

I proceed up the horseshoe and as I look in my rearview mirror I see her making a U-turn in the road. As I pull into a parking space, she careens in beside me and rolls down her passenger window. Even though I can see she is wearing a tank top, has rather broad shoulders, and resembles a pitbull, I ask her if she has a problem. She proceeds to claim that she was 'letting me' turn in front of her, and that if I flip her the bird again, she will break it off for me!

I find this mildly amusing. It occurs to me that she doesn't even know me and I wonder how she intends that we will have another such pleasant encounter wherein she would have the opportunity to teach me a lesson. So, my response to her is - "sure you will".

At that point she throws her car into park, swings the door open, makes MAYBE three strides around the front of her car to my drivers door, and raises her open hand to reach into my window. At which time, I look up at her over my sunglasses and say 'Don't touch me...I work for a lawyer'.

Her nostrils are flaring as she snorts and backs away from the car. "Don't threaten me with your little lawyer story" she says. Her tail between her rather large thighs, she stalks back around into her car, slams the door, and drives off.

All during this, Wes is over in the passenger seat marveling at his first experience with American road rage. Plus, my son, three other band members and the band director are out on the lawn, wondering just what the heck this is all about.

Oh. She drove back around the horseshoe again. I don't know if she had decided her nerve was now as big as her mouth or if she took down my license number. I would love to be the dispatcher when she calls in her story and tells him I "threatened" her with a lawyer after she promised me a whooping.

Mud wrestling at 11 pm. Stay tuned.

[Jaylen Brit 1]

wow!

Good on ya becca for facing down what sounds like Dog the Bounty Hunter's wife Beth

You stayed so calm..I'm impressed!

Tho, I gotta say, when i read 'dont touch me, I work for a lawyer' with you peering over your sunglasses, I almost fell outta my seat laughing so hard. Him Wes, you Clint Becca-wood!

[rooster 1]

Hmmmmmmm

I guess she didnt know that you are THE QUEEN of VJ.

[Fandango 1,440]

$5 on Becca to beat her ### if they ever meet again

[Anyta Holland 1]

CLASSIC!!!

My bets are on you Rebecca!

[rebeccajo 14]

CLASSIC!!!

My bets are on you Rebecca!

Hayell NO!!! She was WAAAAAAYYY bigger than me.........

[alexil74 0]

$5 on Becca to beat her ### if they ever meet again

[Anyta Holland 1]

CLASSIC!!!

My bets are on you Rebecca!

Hayell NO!!! She was WAAAAAAYYY bigger than me.........

Have you ever heard the say "size doesn't matter"?

hahahaha! I still have my bets on you!!!

[Baileyj96 0]

Oh becca you have all the fun

They are right. Size doesn't matter........ever seen a tiny dog chew on some ankle?

Baileyj

[KarenCee 3]

Hell hath no fury like a Southern Woman upset....now, I'm not sure how that might work when it's TWO Southern Women upset with each other....

[Ban Hammer 14,338]

All righty then....I'm driving to the high school to pick up the young prince. The road in front of the school is three lane - the middle lane is for turning. As I entered the turning lane to make a left into the high school horseshoe, another woman is coming full throttle down the turning lane. She is in the lane too early - I have already passed the road she would be making her left turn onto. It's now a game of chicken (even though I believe I had the right of way) and I'm not giving.....she's glaring at me and her mouth is flapping as I make my left hand turn. I'm sorry, I know it's immature but I couldn't help myself from gesturing to her that she was #1.

I proceed up the horseshoe and as I look in my rearview mirror I see her making a U-turn in the road. As I pull into a parking space, she careens in beside me and rolls down her passenger window. Even though I can see she is wearing a tank top, has rather broad shoulders, and resembles a pitbull, I ask her if she has a problem. She proceeds to claim that she was 'letting me' turn in front of her, and that if I flip her the bird again, she will break it off for me!

I find this mildly amusing. It occurs to me that she doesn't even know me and I wonder how she intends that we will have another such pleasant encounter wherein she would have the opportunity to teach me a lesson. So, my response to her is - "sure you will".

At that point she throws her car into park, swings the door open, makes MAYBE three strides around the front of her car to my drivers door, and raises her open hand to reach into my window. At which time, I look up at her over my sunglasses and say 'Don't touch me...I work for a lawyer'.

Her nostrils are flaring as she snorts and backs away from the car. "Don't threaten me with your little lawyer story" she says. Her tail between her rather large thighs, she stalks back around into her car, slams the door, and drives off.

All during this, Wes is over in the passenger seat marveling at his first experience with American road rage. Plus, my son, three other band members and the band director are out on the lawn, wondering just what the heck this is all about.

Oh. She drove back around the horseshoe again. I don't know if she had decided her nerve was now as big as her mouth or if she took down my license number. I would love to be the dispatcher when she calls in her story and tells him I "threatened" her with a lawyer after she promised me a whooping.

Mud wrestling at 11 pm. Stay tuned.

you better keep your eyes open, she probably retreated back to her single wide, polished off a six pack of pabst blue ribbon, cleaned her dentures, grabbed her shooting iron, and is looking for you

[almaty 19]

in the south,,an azz whoppin' is how you settle an argument or roas rage...

[TracyTN 237]

I told Chas the title of this thread. All he said was 'Surely you'll have something to contribute to that thread.'

Right on, sister Becca!

[ChasUK 0]

I told Chas the title of this thread. All he said was 'Surely you'll have something to contribute to that thread.'

Right on, sister Becca!

The last visit I made to TN recently, Tracy made some comment about what she would be like in a bad mood. We were travelling in the car with her parents. I said that I already know what she is like in a bad mood because I have seen her driving. Her dad fell about the car laughing his 'nads off.

[rebeccajo 14]

Chas.....for gawd sake......

For a LIVING.....you drive a CAB in LONDON....for ####### sake!

Now that's some balls-to-the-wall crazy ### legal vehicular homicide in my opinion.....

Gee....I wish you had been driving when my crazy woman pulled that little stunt......

Edited May 24, 2006 by rebeccajo