Friday, September 10, 2010
What irks you?
I hate when people brake-check me. I mean I absolutely despise it. It aggravates me to the point where I want to commit murder. What brings this up? Well, last night Morgan and I were coming back from Jasper, and this car in front of me decided he wanted to go really slow, so of course I was riding his bottom. Anyways, he brake-checked me, and so I started to attempt to pass him. This car decided he wanted to race at this point, so I floored it, and so did he. We were up to speeds of about 100mph when I finally passed him, and I'm pretty sure he wanted to be a big baby about it because he turned on his brights and tried to tail gate me. I was going about 70, trying to get away from this psycho, but he would just pass whoever I would. I pulled into Pike Central to drop Morgan off, and he followed me. He got out of his car screaming telling me he was going to beat my butt. I of course, unable to back down from a fight, went straight ghetto. Haha, he didn't back down either. He said he was going to kill me, and at that point I was pretty scared. I told him I was going to call the cops and his scary girlfriend got out of the car. I was really about to just get out of my car and go thug... but I figured putting Morgan's life in danger wasn't smart. After a lot of threats, by him of course, and a lot of "dude, just shut up's" by me, he eventually left, and Morgan and I just busted out laughing.(:, Do NOT brake-check me.
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4 comments:
This was your journal Friday. How convenient!
Wow thats insane with the break-check thing... you're freaking crazy Stephanie!
I copied and pasted(: This story is pretty epic, so I must share it with my fellow bloggers.
I liked this story alot. One to tell your children.. :)
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