Friday, January 8, 2010
The other night the girls and I were driving home from our Wednesday church night. We came to a stop light and I started to slow down and stop. I heard a honk. While I was wondering where it came from the car in front of me started to back up towards me. I know it wasn't a log truck backing up, attempting to kill me, but still was scary. He stopped before he got close enough I needed to lay on my horn. Thankfully since the accident where the log truck backed into me, I keep my distance from all vehicles (see April 30, 2009 blog titled: Car Accident in June 2008). Then the man in front of him got out of his car. It looked like he had a gun in his hand. Non the less, he had an object pointing down to the ground. He turned towards the car in between us (the one that backed up towards me). Then he turned around and got back in his car. While this was happening the girls noticed and asked what the person was doing out of his car. As I was wide eyed looking at the two cars, heart beating fast, I said, "I don't know" and left it at that. A few seconds after he got back in his car, the light turned green and off we went. I stayed back away from both vehicles as I drove home. I soon lost sight of the two vehicles, but my heart was still beating rapidly all the way home. What a weird incident. I will never know what the whole story was and what was really in that man's hand. Weird.