Towanda!!

So you know that scene in Fried Green Tomatoes where Kathy Bates' character takes out her road rage on some younger women that pissed her off?

I'm sure we've all been there, wishing we could do exactly that. But there is this little something inside us that prevents us from acting upon these insane ideas. At least so I thought until last Friday.

As I was driving to work Friday morning, I drive down this long hill and because I drive speedy (like 10 over the speed limit), I tend to pass people. (Sidenote - Ask Brent, I have gotten a LOT better since living here - you REALLY can't go over 10 here otherwise the cops are all over you....mostly because you stick out like a sore thumb since everyone else is driving slow as molasses) Anyway... as I was driving down the hill, I passed this man in a Ford truck. He didn't like it one bit and threw his arms up in the air. At the bottom of the hill, we were both stopped at the light for a good minute and all of a sudden, I felt a THUMP.

He hit me.
He hit me on purpose.

I got out of the car and asked him if he just hit me on purpose. He proceeded with a rant of "Don't worry about it. You're an idiot." which led me to call the police. He waited just long enough for two cycles of the light and for me to get his license plate and then said "Byeeeee!" and fled the scene of the crime. Oh boy, now it's a hit and run!!!

Long story short, the police called him and was able to provide me his insurance and even though Washington law is stupid and I really can't get him arrested for the hit and run, I am in the middle of going through the process of getting my tiny little scratch fixed so at least he'll feel my wrath through the increase of his insurance bill! What a dummy!