Originally posted by: Valinos
Here's my story:
About two years ago, my girlfriend and I just got out of a movie and were walking down the parking aisles to my car. We're on the side of the aisle and this silver Lexus that's thumping as hard as possible comes up right behind us and honks. I turn around and nod that I'll move to the side some more, but there wasn't much more space. One of the guys gets out of the car and starts yelling at me calling me a satan-worshipping lovely human (I had a NIN shirt on
). I tell him to cool down and that I moved out of his way, no problems but he gets out anyway and my girlfriend and I are just walking to my car. He and the driver are yelling and cussing me while I'm trying to just tell him to chill and let me get in my car and leave....I didn't want to fight and I made that clear...my girlfriend was telling them to back down and not try to fight, but they just wouldn't listen. By this time I'm at my car and my girlfriend is on the other side, and they both are out of the car coming toward me. One guy takes off his shirt and I knew there'd be some sh!t going down and I knew I didn't have a chance up against two thugs that possibly had guns or knives. I jump in my car (1990 Buick Century...a fvcking tank) and tell my girl to get in, but she runs toward the theater instead to get help. Well I lock my doors and put it in reverse, one of the guys kicks my car door and I just plow into the Lexus. I hit it HARD and bashed their trunk/rear passenger door in and shattered the window. I put it in drive and get the hell out while they jump back in and literally chase me through the theater parking lot...
At this point I was no longer scared, but exhilerated...my adrenaline was pumping and I was weaving in and out of the parking aisles trying to lose them and get the hell away. I finally weave through enough cars and aisles to lose them (this is a big parking lot and it is like 9 at night) and then pull up to the front of the theater and my girl jumps in the car...we drive off and I told her what happened.
Well, anyway nothing ever happened after that and I never saw them again. No police or anything. I was scared, but I was able to keep my cool to get the hell out and do some damage to some assholes at the same time. I was extremely calm and trying to avoid conflict, but that sh!t pushed me too far and I used the only means possible to get out of there.
I wish I had a photo of the damage on their car and the look on their faces when I did that. Oh, and the only damage my Buick suffered was a small crack in the bumper and a few smears of silver paint
I think I'm extremely lucky that I was near my car and far enough away from them to get in before they bashed my head in. Some people just look for a fight any way they can, and they got it...and they lost. People need to learn to be a little more considerate for fvck's sake.