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Too be completely honest with you, I’m still not sure what the hell happened last night.
So, I’m driving past this park to get to my friend’s house. I’m the dot and arrow in lilac up there. I see a guy on a bike (in the red dot-X) and up ahead is another car (grey dot and arrow) who is about to turn onto the street we’re on to go the opposite direction. The guy on a bike was very close to the curb closest to the park. What I see happen is the other car turn onto the street and the bike go flying across the lane and almost hit the car. The other appeared to drive away and the guy just sort of stands there in the middle of the street. I’m stopped a good 2 or 3 cars away from this fool because I don’t know what the hell is happening.
The guy on the bike proceeds to pump his arms at me in a “You-Wanna-Fight-Me-Bitch?!” fashion. Now I’m real fucking confused. Shit just got real and I’m convinced I’m going to get shot
because this is what happens in Stockton at a park at night. The guy grabs his bike after a minute and starts walking it back to the curb and proceeds on his merry way.
Jeff calls me as I’m turning the corner to get on the street I needed to be on and is all, “OMG DON’T DRIVE PAST THE PARK BECAUSE A DERANGED MAN JUST THREW HIS FUCKING BIKE AT ME FOR NO REASON AND SCREAMED AT ME!”
I tell him that I was the other car and he starts screaming about how crazy that all was. WHAT ARE THE ODDS THAT WE WOULD LEAVE THE BAR IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS TO END UP AT THE SAME CROSSROAD AND DEAL WITH A CRAZY PERSON TOGETHER WITHOUT KNOWING ABOUT IT?!
FURTHER MORE, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH SOME OF THE RESIDENTS IN THIS TOWN?!
The new joke is to watch out for guys throwing bikes.