So I'm cruising along in stupid Denver rush hour traffic, and traffic is doing that speed up, slow down thing. I was listening to some tunes and enjoying the AC, and just trying to get home like everyone else.

So this guy in a Mercedes gets on the highway right in front of me, and he's not sure if he's going to ride the brakes, or flow with the rest of traffic. I tried to keep some distance between us, but with his brake, then gas, then brake, then gas crap, I gave up.

A few minutes later, I look down at my iPod to change playlists, and when I look up, he's coming to a halt. I stood on my brakes, and tried not to hit him, but with nowhere else to go, I had no choice. However, I just barely tapped the guy.

He drives about 40 feet to where there was some room on the side of the road, and being an honest man, I pulled over behind him.

His door opens, and out springs this little midget of a guy. He may have been 4 feet tall at best. Anyway, he walks back to my truck, and just as I get the window rolled all the way down, he jumps on my step bar, grabs my shirt, and yells "I'm not happy."

So I politely asked him, "Which one are you?"

 

haha, Hell yeah dude.

How much damange did it do to your truck?

 

I'll bet he was Grumpy.........

 

I think it was Papa Smurf.

 

good one.