Years ago - probably a decade or so, I was driving home from church one rainy Wednesday night with my 11 yo daughter.
About a half-mile from my home, this car comes SCREAMING up behind me and tailgates. "Don't worry, Sam. We're turning in a minute."
We turn into our development. HE FOLLOWS!
I mean ON. MY. ASS. WTF,O??? I was the only car for miles when we left the church. What is going on.
I get on the phone to my wife to call 911 and as I slowly drive down my street (it's a cul-de-sac - I was gonna turn around and head to the PO) he passes me and slams on the brakes.
"Sam, get down!"
We idle in that configuration for about 3 min. Now the Po-po are being alerted. (As if that was a big freaking deal to them. Ugh.)
Something is wrong. He's waving me past with a cigarette in his hand. No furtive movements. No ranting. Not getting out of car. ??????
We drive slowly past. Dude is COMPLETELY drunk off his gourd.
"Dude. Dude. Dude. Got any cigarettes???? I'll follow you, dude."
It was surreal. The cops weren't much help until AFTER he crashed, FWIW. That pissed me off. But I can totally see a drunk guy coming up, hitting someone and thinking it was THEIR fault.
and this is why I dont go to Church