So I went into a gas station to fill my tires with some air this morning and as I was trying to exit the gas station, this lady started backing out of the parking spot in front of the gas station store. I honked at her and she stopped. AND THEN SHE CONTINUED BACKING UP! There was a car behind me, so I couldn't get out of there in reverse. I laid on the horn and the CAR KEPT COMING! Finally, she hit me. What transpired next was some crazy @%&!
She jumps out of the car and starts screaming and cursing at me. Some choice statements:
"You need a louder horn!"
"Why didn't you move out of the way? You're an insurance scam artist! I know what the F you're up to!"
She legit launched a 2 minute tirade at me. I'm in a hurry, so I'm like let me see your license and registration. Here's my license and registration.
"I'm not giving you my @#%?ing license! You can only see my registration! [email protected]
We argue back and forth. She's screaming expletives and I'm getting pissed off, but keeping calm. Then she gets in the car and I go "If you don't give me your license and drive off, I am calling the cops." She jumps out of her car, gets in my face, and screams at me: "I'm not giving you my !#@$$ing driver's license!!!"
I tell her the choice is hers, and that I will now be calling the police. She finally hands me her license and I copy everything down. She's from PA and she's in a Chevy Impala rental, BTW. She looks like strung out trash - bad teeth, star tattoo near her eye, a sort of half mullet, insane eyeliner...
So she's SCREAMING AT ME, HYSTERICAL, SAYING SHE'S GOTTA MEET HER BOYFRIEND. I finish and hand her back her license and registration. She throws my license and registration at me. I'm ultra pissed now so I say:
"What the hell is wrong with you, bitch!"
Then she runs right up to me, gets in my face, and suddenly PUSHES ME. HARD. LIKE REALLY HARD. I get lifted out of my Birkenstocks sandals as I was pushed back, but I didn't fall! I'm like WHAAAAT?! I half raise a fist. Should I drop her with a well-placed chin shot? No, don't do that. I don't know what to do. Can't clock her. Can't touch her. Then she tried to spit at me, but it clung to her mouth and fell on her chest. I finally said GET HELP. And walked away.
The damage is pretty minor... big scratches on the bumper, but no real dentage. Will post a pic later.
Lots of witnesses, lots of nice people offering their numbers for witness statements. Not worried about the insurance process, but it is a pain in the ass!