Post One Hundred Thirty Six: Baffled

I'll make this a quick post since I'm currently preparing for trial, but wanted to share what happened with me last night. The wife and I were returning from one of her friend's house parties, and we turned on to the access road that would eventually get us to the turn to our house. As we proceeded up the incline, I checked my rear view mirror and saw what I thought were Jeep headlights somewhere in the distance behind me. They were round, and far behind me. No issue to me so I put my attention back to the road.

I am going up the incline behind a smaller SUV, and the next thing I know some car has come screaming up behind me, seemed to narrowly avoid my tail end, swerved around me and proceeds to quickly drive by me. He passes the smaller SUV then cuts it off quite closely. I could tell this because the driver of the smaller SUV flashed his lights at the car, which turned out to be a black Dodge Charger. I comment to the wife about this sequence of events, but that was it.

We proceed to our turn, which has a turn lane. All three of the cars move into the turn lane, and are stopped. All of a sudden, this guy gets out of the Charger, two cars ahead, and starts talking trash while walking toward the back of his car. My first thought was that he was upset with the guy who flashed his lights at him. But then he walks past the SUV and comes and starts yelling at me, asking me if I've got something to say, and making obscene gestures in my direction.

I am completely and utterly baffled. I didn't do anything to this guy. I didn't flip him off, make any kind of gesture towards him, didn't even yell anything at him through my window as he passed by. He passed me too quickly for me to have any sort of reaction like that. I have no idea what he's upset about or what he's accusing me of.

Then he decides to hit my driver's side window.

That provoked a reaction.

We were in the new Honda Civic, which I very rarely drive, and I start scrambling for the door handle, trying to find the fucking thing. He starts going back to his car, and I finally get my door open and raise myself out of the car's ridiculously little seat.

A slight sidebar: I am 6'4", and weigh approximately 220 lbs. I don't carry fat, and I try to work out at the gym about 4 times a week. I don't get physically intimidated. So I proceed to walk towards the front of my car, asking what the hell is he talking about. Oddly, I don't even think I cussed at him.

Not surprisingly, the guy decides to get in his car and drive off.

I talked to the guy in the SUV who asked if my wife or I knew that guy. I have no idea who he was, other than some apparently drunk asshole with anger-management issues. We both pretty much shrug and go our separate ways, but I am still baffled as to what that was all about.