Supid asshole in a chevy pick up, still running a dealer temp tag. Kept riding my bumper. I'd speed up, he'd get right on my bumper. Within 3 feet or so. Finally when I was running around 100 I had enough. I had some wings for dinner, and still had some left. They werent really sloppy, sadly but I hope they made a hell of a mess on his windsheild.


He's probably on here, just like everybody else who does something wrong.

Just thought I'd share.


This was all after working 7-7:30 Needless to say, I was very irritable.