Parking Lot Confrontation Drama
Excuse me, you hit my door.
I'm really sorry, sir. I was just trying to get into my car.
Oh, yeah, you hit it.
No, I mean barely.
I, I, I, I heard it from all the way back there,
so...
You didn't leave me any room. You blocked me in. See?
I can barely open my door.
So maybe just wait?
I was supposed to stand here and just wait so I could get into my
car?
Just use the other door.
I was here first. You blocked me in.
Okay. You know what? I really am sorry, sir.
I didn't mean to bump your car with my door, but luckily you're here
now, so can you please move your car so I can
get in?
Oh my God, I have a really long commute. I have to go.
That sounds like a you problem.
Excuse me?
I'm not going anywhere until we exchange information so you can pay for that
damage.
Damage? There is nothing here. This is probably just dirt.
Don't touch my car.
What?
You don't think you did anything? Really?
All right, then I'm gonna have to call the cops,
and they'll come out here and
decide.
You know what? I'm not doing this.
What, you're not doing this?
I am late for work.
I have to go.
Wait, wait, wait, you'll stay as long as it takes.
Are you seriously leaving?
Are you, are you for real? Miss, stop.
I got, I got pictures. Hey, hey, I got pictures of your plates.
What, you really think you're gonna get away
with this? Where are you going?
Hello?
Unbelievable.
Why is that so crazy?
No, honey, there is some guy following me, some jackass.
What? What are you talking about?
April, can you hear me? You still there?
What's going on?
Nothing. It was over nothing. I barely touched his car with my door in
the parking
lot, and he went off on me.
Oh my God.
And now he's all bent out of shape because I wouldn't kowtow to him.
Okay, um, okay, just take a deep breath.
Jerk.
April, don't provoke him. He might have a gun.
He's in a BMW.
Honey, please.
I'm trying to let him pass. Go around me.
April, please, let it go.
I am. I am trying to let him pass.
Can you just pull over?
There's no one else out here. If I stop now,
I don't know what he's gonna do.
What?
What is he doing?
April, call 911, then call me right back.
Yeah.
What are you doing, you lunatic? You're gonna kill someone.
911, what's your emergency?
Hello. Hi. Um, I'm on Route 92, and there's a
car in front of me. He's crazy. He was tailgating me,
and then he tried to cut me
off.
Where on 92 are you? Can you see a road sign?
No, I, uh, I don't know. Geez.
Ah. Can you just stay on the line with me
while...
No. No. Damn it, Jake.
Son of a bitch.
Excuse me. Hello. Uh, can I use your phone?
Sorry, it's not for customers. It's a liability sort of th-
Please, I'm being followed. My phone is dead. I need to call 911.
Come on, come on, come on.
Oh, no.
No, no.
Roll down your window.
Are you kidding? You just tried to kill me.
Open your window, or I'm gonna open it for you.
The police will be here any minute. Get away from me.
Open it.
Help!
He's cool, but I don't wanna share a crappy motel
with him for three days.
Help! Help!
Open it!
Let me out!
Oh,
ah, here we go. Ha.
You got a kid? He must be a real piece of work with a
mother like you.
Great mom, really great mom.
No, I'm headed over there right now.
Yeah, no, I got, uh, I got, uh, got tied up with some lunatic on the
highway.
No. Some crazy bitch. Yeah, crazy bitch. No, an idiot.
Yeah. Women.
Hey. Hey. Is this funny to you?
You dented my car. You damaged my car.
Who do you think you are kicking my car?
Laughing
at me?
Yeah, that's right, it's me, that crazy bitch,
your new best friend.
How does it feel, huh?
You like that?
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