My run in with an Arab...

I admit I lost it. I just went nuts. Let me start from the beginning....


The big 3-0 is fast approaching and in trying to be a responsible husband and father I though it time to make physicals an annual thing. I set up an appointment for Friday at 3:45. I pull up and park my car at the doctors office. In front of my car is another row of parked cars, and about three cars over in that row a car is backing out.

So I wait in my car for this guy to back out.

He is backing up.

Still backing up.

His rear end is turned and getting closer to my car.

Surely he sees the car he is about to hit.

He hits my car.

He drives away.


Seeing him drive away set off a switch in my head. I jump out of my car and chase his car through the parking lot. Screaming like a madman.

I catch up to his car just before he leaves the parking lot. At this point I had no idea who was driving, just that I was pissed off. I get to the car and its a little Arab dude with sunglasses that have diamond on them. Since he is driving a busted up Corrolla I assume the diamonds are fake. The exchange when I catch up to him and make him roll down his window:

Me: "What the fuck is your problem man?"

Small Arab Man (AKA S.A.M.): "What do you mean?"

Me: "You just hit my fucking car asshole! You hit it and then drive away?"

S.A.M.: "What car? What car did I hit?"

As an aside this set me off even more. My car was in plain view as the only car he could have hit and to top it off my car did move when he struck it so I know he was lying.

Me: "What car? The red car...the only fucking car you could have possibly hit. My fucking car asshole! That's the fucking car you hit."

S.A.M.: "Oh I didn't see it. I didn't know I hit your car."

Me: "Fuck you, you knew. My car fucking moved."

S.A.M.: "Oh I'm sorry."

Me: "Watch where you are fucking going dick."

In truth there was no damage to my car. He was backing up so slowly there couldn't have been. It was seeing him try to take off that set me off. I lost it. The fact that someone would be so cowardly as to hit someone's car. Even a light tap. The balls to think you can just leave. I lost it. I was shaking after that. I've rarely gone off on someone like that. I wasn't going to hit him, but him denying that he didn't know he hit me made me so fucking mad.

So when I went for my physical I had to rather sheepishly let the nurse and my doctor know:

"Hey doc if for some reason my blood pressure is up or my heart rate is accelerated, well I just tore some guy a new asshole in your parking lot and I am little fired up as a result of it."

That was awkward.