My husband and I both worked full time jobs in retail. Every day at 3 I would take my lunch from work, go to the school and pick up my sister, and then drive fifteen minutes away to pick up my husband from work. I would then drive the twenty minutes back home, drop them off, grab a quick sandwich and head back into work since I only had an hour. We only had one car and couldn’t afford another.
I had just picked my sister on this lovely day and was sitting at a red light. The section of road we were on had two lanes for our side; one lane >went straight down a country road that led to my husbands work, and the other lane ended at the light we were sitting at. It was a turn only lane.
I am a very friendly driver, and since this road is off a main highway I am sure a lot of people are just passing through to grab a bite to eat or something and might not realize that the lane was ending. Had this woman in any way tried to get my attention and motioned that she wanted over, I would have let her, happily. However, that would use common etiquette, and if she had done that I would not have this story to share.
So the light turns green and I let up on the brakes and start driving. The lady in the van next to me drives by me quickly and cuts me off. I slam on my brakes so I don’t hit her. I am a bit shaky and roll my eyes at my sister, but we continue on. No big deal, the lady was a jerk, I go on with my life. So we are driving down this country road and she starts randomly slamming on her brakes. At first I wonder if something is wrong with her car, but as it continues I realize she is trying to get me to hit her. The funny part about that, was I wasn’t tailgating her or anything, so I had ample time to stop each time she did it. I think drugs might have been involved with her. I think this lady was obviously insane or stoned.
So we get to the larger city where my husband works and the road turns into a 3 lane on each side road. There is about a quarter mile before I have to turn right, so I get in the middle lane to pass her at a reasonable speed. Apparently, when I was getting back into her lane in front of her, she had sped up majorly so I wouldn’t be able to get over. When I looked behind me to get back into her lane I had plenty of room and I didn’t realize she was speeding up. So when I got over she had to slam on her brakes. I continue on, and get into the far right turn lane that had started by that point. She speeds up and cuts off a car and get in the lane next to me (two turn lanes turning right) and I look at her nervously but continue to the red light. The light turns red and there are a few cars ahead of me, and she is sitting directly next to me. She rolls down her window and starts screaming at me. Thinking I could figure out what I did wrong, I rolled down my window, too. She tells me I am a crazy b*tch and that I almost killed her cutting her off when I passed her three minutes before. I look at her like she’s crazy and roll up my window and look straight ahead. My lunch break is way too short to deal with crazy.
This is where my twelve year old sister makes things worse. The lady is screaming at me, I am ignoring her, and my sister thinks it would be hysterical to make silly faces at her. Like, put her tongue on the tip of her nose while wiggling her ears and crossing her eyes. Monkey faces. The works. I am busy shushing her and trying to get her to stop, frantically, telling her you don’t antagonize the crazy folks, and the lady loses it (she could not hear what I was saying or anything, this was said in hushed tones to my sister with the windows rolled up). We are ready to turn at this point, so irate van lady cuts off the car behind us and follows us. We are at the strip mall where my husband works, so I drive quickly to where he is standing outside his work for help. I look at him all freaked out, he looks at the van that pulls up behind us and the lady gets out of her car. She runs over to my car and I refuse to roll down my window. She starts screaming at me and telling me I am insane and an awful driver and I’m going to get the entire city killed. I look straight ahead and ignore her. This frustrates crazy lady and she starts beating on my window with her fist. My husband comes over to her and tells her if she touches the car again he will call the police. She points her finger in his face and screams some more, then gets in her van and speeds off.
I still have no idea what happened. All this started because she cut me off and I did nothing. It makes no sense! 0510-09