Unfiltered Story #28090

Unfiltered | May 5, 2016

(I work at a gym, and just finished my shift. I head to my car in the parking lot and get in. I turn on the engine and back away. There is a little sports car aka midlife crisis car parked behind me . I stop, then begin moving forward. But before I can, an old man white pure white hair that is very tall and buff runs up really fast and bangs on my window.)

Old Man: “Hey!! Get away from my car!!”

Me: “Huh?!”

Old Man: *screeching* “You’re about to hit my car!! Stop!!”

(For the record, I was nowhere near his car. You could fit two of him in the space between mine and his car. And he was a very large, muscular man. We argue for a bit, and he gets more upset and shouty, so then I decided to just go. I guess there really is such a thing as roid rage!)