OK, I understand getting peeved and acting a little agro, but then cooling down and getting over it. I think that's probably pretty universal. But in the past week, I have been the subject of TWO very hostile events.

First...a detour sent me through a part of town I don't know, in a pretty bad neighborhood. I was in the right lane of a two lane road, when a guy in an SUV starts LAYING on his horn and serving into my lane, CLEARLY intentionaly. I slow down to let him get in front of me, but he stays right with me, leaning on his horn, and forcing me to literally put two wheels up on the curb. Finally he goes on, and I realize that the lane I am in (NOT marked) ends, and it merges into his. Apparently he saw me as trying to take advantage of a turn only lane to "cut him off." We were ini pretty heavy traffic, no one was really going anywhere. So, whatever...now I'm behind him. We get through a few lights, and traffic opens up, I am in the right lane again, and I pass him, he is stuck behind someone turning left. he must have been watching me, because the SECOND I pass him, he is behind me, INCHES from my bumper, with his high beams on. He crosses a double yellow line IN TRAFFIC to pass me, slams his car into the lane in front of me, and LOCKS UP HIS BRAKES. I essentially pulled over to let him move ahead, and he slowed down to a crawl a block ahead to wait for me. I turned off the main road and took the back way home, called the police and gave a description of the vehicle...unfortunatley, in the moment, I was too concerned about getting in an accident to get a plate number. I got color, make, model, and California plates (pretty rare in Connecticut).

Then....this morning, a guy flew, full speed, through a stop sign off a side street, into a row of traffic I was in. I honked as I slammed on my brakes so as to not hit him. At the next light....he rolls down his window, and this 400 pound, resting his gut on the steering weheel, greasy, unshaven half-witted trogolodyte begins a mostly unintelligible profanity laced tirade. I know it included the word "faggot" and it ended with the most bizarre threat I believe I have ever heard. He ended it with "....and I'll find you and I'll break my dick off in your ass." Now...I am not the toughest man in the world, but I can defend myself decently. I've been in my share of scraps, won some, lost some, lost some pretty badly. I'm no doctor, either, but I'm pretty sure that in his scenario...he comes out worse than I do. I mean....I'll heal up, right? Why would you theraten to do that, exactly? I'm confused now...and the image is bothersome for SO many reasons!


Anyway...thanks for letting me vent...I feel better already. This morning's encounter left me a touch shaken...not because of any actual physical fear, but it was just too WEIRD.