Confirmation

Not that I needed it but this was my adventure yesterday...

Yesterday morning I was on my way to the pediatrician’s office w/my 15-month-old daughter. There was a white BMW in front of me having a hard time turning – it seemed to me the driver was distracted, maybe on the phone, not paying attention to the turn. So, as soon as we made the turn I moved over into the right lane to go by him. There was a truck in front of him and he sped up on the trucks bumper then nearly hit the front corner of my van cutting over into my lane. I blew my horn at him. He stopped! I couldn’t get back over into the left lane to go around him b/c of traffic so, instead of running into him, I slammed on my brakes. He gets out. I still can’t get over into the next lane so I dial 911. This is an older man, gray hair and beard, wearing what looked like a Disha Dasha (not sure if that is correct – Saudi like attire) and starts yelling at me. The only thing I heard was that I ought to be ashamed of myself. By that time I was yelling move! Move! Move! 911 had me on hold. My hand was on my weapon but I had not removed it from the holster. My window was up. He had not actually touched the vehicle but was busy yelling and shaking his fingers at me. I noticed he glanced at where my hand was – I think he realized I had a gun and he shut up and left. 911 finally came on the line and I gave them a description of the car and tag but he was long gone I’m sure and they have other things to do besides chase him down.

I was glad I had a headset so I didn’t have to have one hand on the cell phone.

I was aggravated that I couldn’t just pull away.

My OC wasn’t as handy as it should have been.

My weapon was.