My fiance and I were out shopping with her 6y/o in the back seat, in her Civic Si. There's this notorius overpass where the lanes go all goofy, and people will sit in the turn lane forever than get over and cut others off at the last minute to get like, what, 3 car lengths ahead of traffic. So this guy in an Altima STRAIGHT guns over in front of us (she's driving) and she honestly had zero time and had to crush her brakes. Just a real dick move. So she honks and flips him off and that's that, we're all, wtf is wrong with people. We go to the next light where we're turning left and he stays in the straight lane, as we are beginning to pass him he f*ing does it again, no signals, and this time she has to crush the brakes and steer toward the concrete median and goes onto that little wedge part that some of them have, like a 'ramp' at the back end of it where it begins. Had she not, she'd have totally gotten the front passenger's side all scraped up, if not more.
So now we're like, what in the hell is wrong with this guy? She sits on the horn behind him (granted, bit dickish, but f* him). So we're in the turn lane waiting on red, and this m/fer gets OUT of his Altima and comes back to her car. I'm like, "Baby, please, PLEASE, let me get out," and she's saying, "No. Do not get out of the car. Sit there damnit." She rolls the window down, as prick is standing beside it and has the audacity to knock. He's a 28-32ish orange/red haired green sweater over button-down dress shirt, this is how I dressed in the fraternity and how I'll dress for eternity type. Skinny, 5'8", maybe 155lbs. I'm 6'3" 320, about 30% bodyfat so I have shoulders like a Mack. Did I mention I wanted out of the car?
He proceeds to lecture her and yell about how, "Haven't you ever made a mistake MISS perfect driver? You can't let someone over in your lane, where's your deed to it?" And on. I remain calm and keep my mouth shut, because what I have to say won't do anything good, and is definitely not kosher in front of the 6y/o. She handles herself well, and he has to hoof it back before the light turns. So he gets through on green arrow, braking until it's yellow, f*ing us. I hate when people do that. We go another cycle then turn left as well, and get about 1/4m down this frontage style road, and this f*ing guy is waiting for us in a hotel parking lot that lets onto the road we're on. He's turned off and WAITED for us. So we note it and just drive by, and he turns behind us and starts tailgating like a m/fer and flashing his lights, being a general complete prick in need of nothing more than being pulled from his car, verbally lambasted, his head closed in the doorjamb of his Altima a few times, a round placed into the soft lump between his shoulders, and left to bleed out in the drainage as an example to bad drivers everywhere.
We pull into the back entrance of a Wal-Mart and he follows; I tell my fiance to go more near the front so if he tries anything we'll A) be on camera and B) be more 'public' thus 'safe' because people don't do things while they're watched (one can hope). We get to the front by the garden center area and she pulls over. He pulls up behind her and sits there. I'm all, WTF... It is not a good time now b/c there are just too many hormones going in me. She says, "If he gets out again and comes to the car, I want you to get out and do something about it." 6y/o begins crying; she is very scared - we'd like nothing more than to go about our business and put away our groceries from Sam's but this guy is following us like that semi-driver in that old Stephen King movie. I pre-empt him and open my door, placing my hand atop her car in preparation for getting out; this is enough to bait him to pull up alongside us and roll his window down.
At which point I close my door and she rolls her window down, and he says, "You think you can just drive however you like in your little Civic, how much was that car?" She's speechless, I take it.
"What, because you have a 2 year old Maxima you're a better person than we are and you're entitled to drive like a cocksucker?"
"I suppose you're perfect and I'm sure you've never made a mistake driving? And it's an ALTIMA you retard and you're damned right I'm better than both of you in your little imports."
... Seriously, I swear the guy said that. SO I did the only thing you can do at this point. I resorted to idiocy right alongside him.
"Dude, I don't know what kind of faggot you are but if you wanted to suck my dick all you had to do was ask," I offer. (upyours)
"What-- I hope you both just have a great day knowing how you treat other people, I hope you go home in your little piece of s*** Civic-"
"It's a Civic Si, retard," my fiance gets in, smashing timing baby, that's why I love her.
"...I hope you can just go home and enjoy your little lives because I'm going to go home and enjoy the rest of my day." And with that he rolled his window up as he sped away.
I honestly don't know what in the hell is wrong with people. Nothing like this has EVER happened to me before.