12-29-2004, 03:22 PM
So Jess and I are out at Valley View Mall in Roanoke on Monday, driving from the mall area to the movie complex in Jess' Accord. Jess makes it clear that I was driving, she claims no responsibility. :lol:
Traffic around the mall loop is heavy, I pull out onto this 25MPH, 2 lanes each way road behind this mid-nineties Camaro who is probably going 20 at the time, but seems to be braking a bit. I come up behind her, back off, she gets off the brakes, and then I see her glance back and watch her wide/evil eyes in her mirror as she jams on the brakes. She comes to a complete stop (nothing in front of her) and I don't quite make it. The Accord lightly taps her bumper.
D'oh! :oops: I'm pissed, she intentionally "caused" this, but hey, I obviously was a little too close, it's my fault. :? She frantically unbelts and jumps out of the car, in raving lunatic, white-trash, junkie mode. Screaming obscenities, she runs to my window and pounds her fists on it, tries the handle, screams, pounds, I'm suddenly thankful that the remote keyless entry thing I installed a while back annoyingly locks the doors when you start the car.
She runs between the cars, quickly surveys the (complete lack of) damage, continues screaming, starts pounding on our hood! Jess, who has a little more rage in her than me, opens her door just enough to yell briefly at the woman and is met with something like "COME ON BITCH BRING IT ON!!!!!!! BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!"
This has to stop. Hmm... I'm already in first gear.... :twisted:
nononono.... I grab Jess' arm, "get back in the car"
I check my mirrors and back up about 2 carlengths, wait for 2 cars to finish passing us on the right (I almost get a little anxious and start off with one right beside me), and zoom right past that raving lunatic.
She's scrambling to get back in her car when she figures out what I'm up to. But we get covered by traffic and I turn right into the first parking lot I can (waiting to turn left into the theater lot would take way too long), go deep into the lot and park. I see no signs of her. We're both quite shaken and hot mad (it's hard using a clutch pedal when your legs are quivering), but I laugh after I get out and see that we didn't even manage to crack the license plate bracket, and her fists of fury didn't put any dents in the hood.
Holy crap what was that all about?! We lookout for her for a sec, then walk accross the street to the theater. I'm confident that she didn't catch our plates as GA doesn't require a front, she was too busy screaming, and the Accord plus my mad drag racing skills does like 0-60 in 2.4 sec, but I'm still a little worried that she's crazy enough to search for our car and burn it down. But, we get tix and sit down. To ease our minds, I take a break about 30 min into the movie, walk back out there and check on the car. All's well.
Anyway, I feel pretty good about leaving the scene of THAT accident. Bitch was intent on turning that no-damage accident that she really caused into some property damage and maybe assault. I HOPE I could take her despite crack power on her side, but yeah, if I got out of the car, someone was going to get hurt, she was making that clear. And I REALLY didn't want Jess out there in it too! And with that level of instanity, I also didn't want to wait around for the cops to sort it out after she had her way with our car and decided that she had whiplash or something.
Sad that we've had a year and a half in Atlanta with nothing like that happening, and we have to go to quiet 'ol Roanoke to find it. Anyway, if you see a crazy, cracked out 30 something bitch in a black Camaro, knock out her teeth, will ya? Happy New Year!! :wink:
Traffic around the mall loop is heavy, I pull out onto this 25MPH, 2 lanes each way road behind this mid-nineties Camaro who is probably going 20 at the time, but seems to be braking a bit. I come up behind her, back off, she gets off the brakes, and then I see her glance back and watch her wide/evil eyes in her mirror as she jams on the brakes. She comes to a complete stop (nothing in front of her) and I don't quite make it. The Accord lightly taps her bumper.
D'oh! :oops: I'm pissed, she intentionally "caused" this, but hey, I obviously was a little too close, it's my fault. :? She frantically unbelts and jumps out of the car, in raving lunatic, white-trash, junkie mode. Screaming obscenities, she runs to my window and pounds her fists on it, tries the handle, screams, pounds, I'm suddenly thankful that the remote keyless entry thing I installed a while back annoyingly locks the doors when you start the car.
She runs between the cars, quickly surveys the (complete lack of) damage, continues screaming, starts pounding on our hood! Jess, who has a little more rage in her than me, opens her door just enough to yell briefly at the woman and is met with something like "COME ON BITCH BRING IT ON!!!!!!! BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!"This has to stop. Hmm... I'm already in first gear.... :twisted:
nononono.... I grab Jess' arm, "get back in the car"
I check my mirrors and back up about 2 carlengths, wait for 2 cars to finish passing us on the right (I almost get a little anxious and start off with one right beside me), and zoom right past that raving lunatic.
She's scrambling to get back in her car when she figures out what I'm up to. But we get covered by traffic and I turn right into the first parking lot I can (waiting to turn left into the theater lot would take way too long), go deep into the lot and park. I see no signs of her. We're both quite shaken and hot mad (it's hard using a clutch pedal when your legs are quivering), but I laugh after I get out and see that we didn't even manage to crack the license plate bracket, and her fists of fury didn't put any dents in the hood.
Holy crap what was that all about?! We lookout for her for a sec, then walk accross the street to the theater. I'm confident that she didn't catch our plates as GA doesn't require a front, she was too busy screaming, and the Accord plus my mad drag racing skills does like 0-60 in 2.4 sec, but I'm still a little worried that she's crazy enough to search for our car and burn it down. But, we get tix and sit down. To ease our minds, I take a break about 30 min into the movie, walk back out there and check on the car. All's well.
Anyway, I feel pretty good about leaving the scene of THAT accident. Bitch was intent on turning that no-damage accident that she really caused into some property damage and maybe assault. I HOPE I could take her despite crack power on her side, but yeah, if I got out of the car, someone was going to get hurt, she was making that clear. And I REALLY didn't want Jess out there in it too! And with that level of instanity, I also didn't want to wait around for the cops to sort it out after she had her way with our car and decided that she had whiplash or something.
Sad that we've had a year and a half in Atlanta with nothing like that happening, and we have to go to quiet 'ol Roanoke to find it. Anyway, if you see a crazy, cracked out 30 something bitch in a black Camaro, knock out her teeth, will ya? Happy New Year!! :wink:


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