damn what would you have done?
WeBallinBoy said:So I?m coming home today and I?m sitting at a stop light. It was a huge intersection, one where if you miss the light you?re sitting there for at least a minute and a half. I hear ?hey, excuse me!? I look over and this middle aged dude in an H2 is starring at me.
?What?? ?Can you lower that I have my kids in the car and that profanity is very loud.? At this point I?m wondering if this mother ****** is crazy or just joking with me. I tell him to roll up his window and he snaps. ?It?s common courtesy, if you want to blare your awful gangster rap elsewhere, fine, but not when it affects my children.? I scan the backseat, these little bastards are looking forward like retards without any idea what the hell Rick Ross is saying from my car.
?Yeah, no problem.? I roll my eyes and turn it louder. I hear him screaming over the bass but can?t really make out what he's yelling. Dude is nuts now. I look over and mouth ?ok,? and turn it up again. He gets out of his car. Here?s where I don?t know if I made and whether or not I could've ended up in cuffs.
I flick back my windows and let them come up. As he makes his way around my car, I reach under the seat and grab my gun. He comes over to the driver?s side and starts slamming on the window. I turn the music off, and he?s shouting ?open the ******* window punk.? Ironic, I know. Those poor kids. So I wave the gun and his eyes get huge. He backs away like he?s just seen a ghost and jogs back to his car, frantically finds the button for the windows, and turns around to make sure his precious children are still there. About 10 seconds later the light changes.
Moral of the story: I bump Trilla whenever and wherever the **** I want to.
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