So this morning, I went to my local Starbucks drive thru to get coffee. HUGE line, I thought what the hell and went ahead and pulled in. I order my coffee, then pulled up and called my Mom. I am all chatting away and I feel my car move, I said to my Mom, I think the people behind me just hit me. Then BOOM they hit me again. I get off the phone and get out of the car, make sure there is no damage and say STOP HITTING MY CAR. Something I feel is a reasonable request. She ROLLS HER EYES AT ME. I am floored.
Get back in my car, pull away from them, and like 5 minutes later, BOOM, they hit my ****ing car AGAIN.
I am like are you kidding me??
I get out of the car again and I say seriously, what the **** is your problem, STOP HITTING MY GOD DAMN CAR.
Now, these aren't kids. This is a woman in her 60s and her, apparently psychotic, 90yo mother.
The old woman start mimicking me being mad and starts flapping her arms. That's when I realize, these people not sane. Seriously, like Deliverance not sane.
WHO DOES THAT.
****ing psychotic sociopaths.
Anyway.
Got my coffee and left.
Made it to my hair appointment and regaled my hairdresser with tales of the crazies.
Here is my hair.
No, there was no damage to my car which is why I decided to cut my losses and leave the crazies be.
Crazy people and red hair
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