Once again I have had a series of run-ins with a BMW Owner who once again thinks they can do whatever the hell they want because they own a BMW.
A few weeks ago, I had a BMW owner come racing down my street at top speed, pull up in front of my truck with about an inch between the vehicles, get out and slowly stroll away, leaving blocked into my parking space. He was about 65 years-old. Once I maneuvered myself out (with a few bumps to said BMW for good measure) I found myself driving behind yet another BMW.
This particular BMW driver was doing 15 MPH in a 30 MPH area. I was getting a bit frustrated because I had already dealt with one idiot BMW owner, and now was having to deal with another. Well, the driver, a woman this time, comes to a stop. She then proceeds to get out of her car, and she has to be about 80. I honked my horn, which startled her, but she just looked over at me with a scowl on her face and proceeded to walk into the salon she was now double-parked in front of.
Today, I had two more run-ins with BMW drivers.
I went to the grocery store and parked next to a BMW. I was only getting a few things, so I wasn’t in there very long. When I came out, the trunk of the BMW was open, and a woman of about 40 was loading a huge cart full of groceries into it. The problem with this scenario is that she was using my truck to keep the cart from rolling down the hill.
“Excuse me,” I said. “I need to get out and you’ve placed your cart against my truck.”
“Too bad for you, huh?” was the woman’s snide reply.
This, of course, got my blood boiling a little. “Just move the cart,” I said.
“No,” she said. “You can wait until I am finished.”
I just smiled at her. My blood was beyond boiling at this point, and rather than hitting her, like I wanted to do, I grabbed the cart and sent it flying down the hill. And as she went scurrying after it, I got in my truck and pulled out of the spot in which I was parked. I purposefully drove to where she was now walking the cart back up the hill and rolled down my window.
“Next time, use your own car to keep the cart from rolling down the hill,” I said. “And by the way, the B in BMW stands for Bayerische, not BITCH!”
I then drove off as she proceed to yell profanities at me.
From there I went to get some breakfast at the only Dunkin’ Donuts in town, which is actually just outside of town on the other side of the freeway. I finished up there with no issues, until I was heading back into town. There I came across yet another bad BMW owner.
This particular BMW owner decided that Stop signs were for the “lower” people and he didn’t have to bother with stopping after coming off the highway. He came flying through the stop sign into the middle lane and then proceeded to merge into my lane as he was right next to me. I honked my horn, moved my vehicle onto the shoulder and gassed it so he had to get in behind me. He continuously honked his own horn at me the whole time he was behind me, and giving me the bird out his window.
My response?
I slowed down. WAY down! I was doing about 10 the whole way, until we came to the first stop light. At the stop light, I got out of my truck with my cell phone in hand as if I were talking on it. I walked back to the car, and read out the license plate number, and gave a description of the car and the driver. As soon as he realized that I was possibly on the phone to the police, he threw the car into reverse, then went flying around me in the opposite lane, through the red light and was gone.
Yet another BMW asshole.
So, even though I like BMWs I know I could never own one. I am not that caliber of asshole.
