My girlfriend and I were going to a cute date at one of those places where you drink wine and paint. On the way there (she was driving) we hit bumper-to-bumper traffic in the slow lane. She drives a sedan and we were behind a big pickup truck, the kind with the super high suspensions, so we couldn’t see anything in front of us other than that monstrosity. 

Suddenly, Mr. Monster Truck switches lanes without a blinker, cutting someone off in the right lane but narrowly avoiding what was now in front of us. You see, the stretch of highway was under construction, which meant that the shoulder was extremely narrow, hardly wide enough to pull over. Unfortunately, a car had apparently broken down, and was in the middle of being towed away. All fine and good, but the problem lay in the fact of the tow truck driver, now known as TD. He was morbidly obese, probably 400-450 lbs, and, I shit you not, he was taking up half the lane. 

Now Mr. Monster Truck had, unlike us, the capacity to see what was coming and decided to switch lanes at the last second. But now, we couldn’t switch over and we didn’t have time to stop, so we just kept going. Upon seeing that we didn’t plan on moving over, TD fucking loses it. He starts gesturing to his flashing lights and screaming, exactly what idk, but I made out the words “move over you stupid bitch” from reading his lips. 

At that point, I yell “Hey fuck you guy!” 

We just kinda scooted around him, but he clearly made out what I said, or he’s just a dick, because he punched the side of my gfs car. 

If I had been driving, I would’ve pulled over, so thank god I wasn’t.

Now, thinking back, it definitely wasn’t the best thing to do, but was it at least warranted?