Pulled up to unload laundry. Parking lot is being repaired. One of those huge food delivery trucks is unloading groceries for a restaurant. I park. A man pulls up behind me starts honking his horn, tells me I can’t park “there”. I walk back to let him know I’m simply unloading laundry.
He apparently thought I yelled at him. My voice is loud at times but for the most part I’m not a yeller. I suspect he thought I was yelling because I was standing beside a running, refrigerated, big truck.
Anyway, man tells me, and I quote:
“Don’t you yell at me you fu****g bi***! I’ll get out of this truck and whip your a$$!”
A little stunned, more than a little, I pull out my phone and ask him if he would like to say that again.
He couldn’t get his truck in reverse fast enough.
This man has serious anger issues.
Either, one, he doesn’t like Texas and I was wearing my Texas Forever tee .
Or two, Army and Aggies really aren’t his gig. I was wearing my camo ATM ball cap.
Or three, short stack women really make him angry. I’m a short stack woman.
I’ve never been inclined to lay down and take an a$$ whoopin’. I’m glad he didn’t follow through. Hellcat would fight like crazy.
The thing about someone like this is he could’ve had a weapon of some sort. He’s a bad, bad man at any rate.
A woman witnessed the encounter.
“You aren’t parked in a no parking zone. He assaulted you.”
Yeah, I knew I was parked properly. Been coming here for years. He verbally assaulted me for sure.
All’s well that ends well.
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