So Chris and I are on our way home from the gym when a crazy driver almost hits us from behind. We're less than half a mile from our home when this person proceeds to tail us and we're wondering what's going on. Chris pulls over to let the car pass and we follow it. It takes off turning onto a street we know well. I wasn't expecting my husband to follow so closely, flashing his brights at the guy, basically picking a fight in my eyes, which was freaking me out. The guy pulls over we're guessing it's his home and then Chris parks it right behind him. I could touch the crazy driver's car. Chris gets out and yells, "Are you drunk?" no answer...."ARE YOU DRUNK?!!!" OHHH man I'm freaking out. "ARE YOU HIGH?!!!" The guy starts answering him in slurred speech. Chris, he's drunk let's get out of here. repeating myself over and over, Chris not budging. The guy gets out of his car. I thought I was going to die. After a few seconds, the guy realizing, that he wasn't going to be able to take Chris on, backs off and tries to kiss up. He had his hand under his shirt like he was going to pull out a gun. Oh Man. Let's just get out of here. But, no, this man, my husband, was not going to budge. They exchanged some words, Chris basically told him to go sober up in slang I have never heard of and I thought I knew it all. Chris surprises me with the stuff he knows sometimes. Then we start taking off, whew, I thought. But no Chris wanted to hang out a little more. He pulled up barely enough to let the guy park. The guy parks and starts yelling "Come here, come here." Chris not budging once again. "If you don't start driving, I'm getting out and walking home," I said. Of course, I had to start opening the door before he took me seriously.
1. Drunk Drivers are BAD, BAD, BAD
2. My husband is a crazy man
3. This reminds me of one of Chris' highschool buddies that used a hammer on a drunk guy trying to get into their house. The same bold, crazy, fierceness.
4. Why can't Chris channel this fierceness when he calls Qwest with complaints of overcharging us.
5. Which reminds me, I loathe Qwest.