My dad gets serious road rage. The last guy that cut him off ended up in front off him at the next red light. My dad put his truck in park, walked up to the guy and proceeded to unleash every phrase he learned as a Marine Corps drill sargeant onto this guy. When I saw that my father was about to reach for the guy through his window, I got out of my car to stop him (not an easy thing to do to a guy who's 6' 2"/280 lbs. and pissed off as hell). I tried to explain to my dad that one of these days some crazy f*cker will pull a gun on him, but he just tells me that he is that "crazy f*cker.
My all time favorite was this black guy (not being racist, it pertains to the story, so calm down) who cut out in front of me causing me to have to swere across oncoming traffic (later found out this guy pulled out in front of people for insurance scams).
When I caught up with the guy at the next redlight I looked at him, gave him the universal hello, and began laughing quite hard. The reason for laughing was that this guy had on a neck brace and had to situate himself sideways to yell at me. He proceeded to call me "H0nkey, cracker, etc...", that's where the .000000001 racist in me kicked in and told him that he'd make an excellent decoration hanging from the oak tree in my front yard.
It then got serious as this guy acted like he was going for a gun and said "I'll follow you home, shoot you, then shoot your family." At this point I smiled and told him to follow me. I then got on the phone and told the police what had happened (now this guy is following me into town). I drive right up the street alongside the local police station where the cops are waiting for his ass. The dispatcher on the phone with me says they (the police) spot us. At this point the dumb@ss realizes where I've led him and turns left to haul @ss.
I get a call back about 30 minutes later and the police inform me that they've been looking for this guy for awhile on insurance related scams.
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