What is it about driving a car that makes people believe they have a right to harass other people?
Was driving to the library this morning and two lanes merge into one lane just past a light. I was in the right lane which is the one that merges. Light turns green and the car infront of me takes off to get infront of those in the left lane. I don’t figuring that the first car in the left lane will move and I’ll merge behind it and infront of the next car. But the front car doesn’t move too quickly so I step on the gas a bit to get infront (since the car infront of me had already taken off and there was a couple a car lengths infront open).
Next thing I know the car from the left lane it nearly next to me honking their horn. But backs off and I get infront. Pulled into the library parking lot and the car follows us. Oh great. I get out of the car and the young woman is on her cell phone and yells out her window “I’m calling the police you fat bitch” and then proceeds farther into the lot and turns around. By this time my mom and I are across the lot and infront of the door to the library. I”m sorry I didn’t think to get a license number.
So she leaves and we head inside.
Now, any normal person would have either just honked their horn at me and sworn under their breath and kept going. The fact that she followed to call me a name and as far as I can tell an idle pointless threat says alot about her, though I don’t know what. But that isn’t where it ends.
I’m in the back of the library wandering shelves while my mom is up front looking at new mysteries. I have a nice chat with a librarian and then move to another isle. A couple people come into the isle but I’m honestly not paying attention to them in the beginning, I’m looking at otr shows on the shelves. I realize as they start to walk out of the isle that it’s the chick from the car and probably her mother. I am half aware that they were talking about me but I don’t have a clue what was said. My mother (remember she’s a 3 time cancer survivor in her 70s) is standing at the top of the isle watching them (she noticed when they came in, I didn’t).
I was half figuring we’d get jumped out in the parking lot or the car tires would be flat or the paint keyed or something.
But they were not there when we left. Not that I noticed. We went several places after and didn’t notice anyone. I made sure I was on the phone talking to my dad as we left anyway.
What is up with that? Why wasn’t following me and calling me a name enough to release whatever frustration she had, but she has to go home and get her mom and come back? If cutting her off (which wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t picked up speed to get infront of me when I was already ahead of her) is a crime, she commited a couple crimes by talking on her phone while driving (illegal here) and then harassing me by not only following me but going home and coming back again.
I made the mistake of telling my brother who proceeded to make me paranoid that somehow they did follow us or they will look for us again to do something. They had to live close to the library to get back so quickly so it’s more than possible to run into them again (so to speak). I didn’t really need to start to feel paranoid about it.
My brother thinks even though we have no car make or license number we should make a police report.
I don’t know.
And I don’t know about people sometimes. What was the point? What was so important? I didn’t do anything wrong and once again, like so many times in my life, I get punished. Sometimes it makes me want to never leave my house.