Comments for therighteousman.com Blog http://therighteousman.com/blog A story I heard and wonder if it is true. A mysterious stranger goes around the country breaking the middle finger of rude people. Thu, 20 Nov 2008 09:13:10 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by Bill312608437 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-171 Thu, 12 Jun 2008 01:36:59 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-171 I was golfing in Minneapolis when a ball came zooming by my head on the 18th hole and almost hit my playing partner.  My playing partner was a man I never met, about 45, clean shaven, brown hair, about 6' 3''.  He said his name  was Ted, that he was from Chicago, and that he wasn't much of a golfer.  I think he shot a 92.  Anyway, the errant ball that almost hit me landed and rolled to about four feet from Ted.  I was angry the guy hadn't yelled "fore" and when he approached us, I asked him to yell a warning the next time he hit a wild shot.  The guy doesn't say a thing, but he flips me off.  The next thing I know, Ted grabs the guy by his middle finger and breaks it in two places. I couldn't believe it.  The guy left the course screaming he was going to get a lawyer, but Ted seemed unfazed. He bought me a couple of drinks in the clubhouse, then drove off in his Ford Taurus.   I wonder if it was the "Righteous Man." I was golfing in Minneapolis when a ball came zooming by my head on the 18th hole and almost hit my playing partner.  My playing partner was a man I never met, about 45, clean shaven, brown hair, about 6′ 3′’.  He said his name  was Ted, that he was from Chicago, and that he wasn’t much of a golfer.  I think he shot a 92.  Anyway, the errant ball that almost hit me landed and rolled to about four feet from Ted.  I was angry the guy hadn’t yelled “fore” and when he approached us, I asked him to yell a warning the next time he hit a wild shot.  The guy doesn’t say a thing, but he flips me off.  The next thing I know, Ted grabs the guy by his middle finger and breaks it in two places. I couldn’t believe it.  The guy left the course screaming he was going to get a lawyer, but Ted seemed unfazed. He bought me a couple of drinks in the clubhouse, then drove off in his Ford Taurus.   I wonder if it was the “Righteous Man.”

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by johnk http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-24 Thu, 08 May 2008 23:09:55 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-24 I'm a teacher, so I see hundreds of kids' hands every year. One day last year, I broke up a pretty loud argument between 2 of our brilliant seniors, one of whom had just transferred in from a rough school across town. Turns out this kid had both middle fingers twisted oddly outwards, which made his hands look more like ugly claws. After the incident, and after I'd seen him a few times in passing, I asked him about his fingers. He told me had gotten into it -- in juvenile hall, no less -- with a 'counselor' over some clean-up issue which turned into a big 'respect' standoff. Freakishly enough, the counselor (he told me) jumped to the conclusion that the kid was giving him the finger. Lesson learned? I doubt it; the kid was visibly fuming as he recalled it. I’m a teacher, so I see hundreds of kids’ hands every year. One day last year, I broke up a pretty loud argument between 2 of our brilliant seniors, one of whom had just transferred in from a rough school across town. Turns out this kid had both middle fingers twisted oddly outwards, which made his hands look more like ugly claws. After the incident, and after I’d seen him a few times in passing, I asked him about his fingers. He told me had gotten into it — in juvenile hall, no less — with a ‘counselor’ over some clean-up issue which turned into a big ‘respect’ standoff. Freakishly enough, the counselor (he told me) jumped to the conclusion that the kid was giving him the finger. Lesson learned? I doubt it; the kid was visibly fuming as he recalled it.

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by ticw http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-15 Mon, 31 Mar 2008 04:26:50 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-15 I was in a mom and pop grocery store on Locust Street in Philadelphia, when I ran into a man with both of his middle fingers in bandages. I was taken aback by the curious combitation of both of his middle fingers in little mini casts,that I stared at them for a moment or two. The man with the missing "tall men" was a grocer clerk named Alex. Alex had been bagging groceries when I stared a bit too long at his hands. "Kind of strange looking, isn't it?" he said as I abruptly averted my eyes. "I'll tell you the story if you'd like to hear it" he said with a tone that suggested I could take it or leave, and it would be all the same to him. "I'd love to hear the story, " I said, almost entranced. "I was walking down Broad Street on a rainy Thursday afternoon and there were puddles everywhere. I knew that once the kdis got out of school, I would get soaked. Sure enough, 3:30 came and three cars drove by in quick succession, each seemingly deliberately crashing into puddles that soaked me. Well, I got so pissed off, I started giving everyone the twin tall man salute, even when they weren't deliberately swerving into puddles to soak me. I'm 6 foot five, so I figured I could handle any kid who didn't like getting flipped off." He coughed and then continued, "Well, it got out of control, I realize now. I starting preemptorily flipping people off, and the truth is, not every car was trying to run into puddles and splash me. In fact, a number of cars swerved out of the wa, one almost hit another car, just to avoid soaking me,as a matter of fact. I didn't care. I still gave everyone the finger." "Well, this silver Taurus drove by, very gingerly, trying not to get me wet. I flipped him off, I don't know why. Maybe I'm just an angry guy. Wouldn't you know it, the guy gets out of his car, and snaps both of my middle fingers. I don't know that he ever said a word to me. I felt ashamed but now feel oddly compelled to tell the story to anyone who stares at my hands." "I don't know how you feel abotu hearing it," he said as he turned to fill the next customer's grocery bag, "but I always feel slightly better for having told the tale." I was in a mom and pop grocery store on Locust Street in Philadelphia, when I ran into a man with both of his middle fingers in bandages. I was taken aback by the curious combitation of both of his middle fingers in little mini casts,that I stared at them for a moment or two.

The man with the missing “tall men” was a grocer clerk named Alex. Alex had been bagging groceries when I stared a bit too long at his hands.

“Kind of strange looking, isn’t it?” he said as I abruptly averted my eyes.

“I’ll tell you the story if you’d like to hear it” he said with a tone that suggested I could take it or leave, and it would be all the same to him.

“I’d love to hear the story, ” I said, almost entranced.

“I was walking down Broad Street on a rainy Thursday afternoon and there were puddles everywhere. I knew that once the kdis got out of school, I would get soaked. Sure enough, 3:30 came and three cars drove by in quick succession, each seemingly deliberately crashing into puddles that soaked me. Well, I got so pissed off, I started giving everyone the twin tall man salute, even when they weren’t deliberately swerving into puddles to soak me. I’m 6 foot five, so I figured I could handle any kid who didn’t like getting flipped off.”

He coughed and then continued, “Well, it got out of control, I realize now. I starting preemptorily flipping people off, and the truth is, not every car was trying to run into puddles and splash me. In fact, a number of cars swerved out of the wa, one almost hit another car, just to avoid soaking me,as a matter of fact. I didn’t care. I still gave everyone the finger.”

“Well, this silver Taurus drove by, very gingerly, trying not to get me wet. I flipped him off, I don’t know why. Maybe I’m just an angry guy. Wouldn’t you know it, the guy gets out of his car, and snaps both of my middle fingers. I don’t know that he ever said a word to me. I felt ashamed but now feel oddly compelled to tell the story to anyone who stares at my hands.”

“I don’t know how you feel abotu hearing it,” he said as he turned to fill the next customer’s grocery bag, “but I always feel slightly better for having told the tale.”

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by Jonas Zedras http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-13 Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:19:22 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-13 There is some evidence of the Righteous man as part of a historical tradition that can be traced back to ancient Palestine. Recent archeological findings point to a comment made in the Q sources of early Christian writings regarding the prohibition of doing physical damage to any Pharasees or Sadducees. A second source of Rabbinical writings seems to support the Q source by documenting a rash of attacks against these two privileged classes that occurred in a three year period circa 10-28 B.C.E. Though the exact dates are hard to determine, the timing of these attacks against the Pharasees and Sadducees have a potential correlation to the timeframe of Jesus of Nazareth's public ministry. As to the specific nature of the physical attacks, it is difficult to attain. The only evidence the sources provide is a reference to the yad, or hand in ancient Aramaic. In addition the word אֶצְבַּע צְרֵדָה was referred to in the text. I hope this new research sheds some light on your research. There is some evidence of the Righteous man as part of a historical tradition that can be traced back to ancient Palestine.

Recent archeological findings point to a comment made in the Q sources of early Christian writings regarding the prohibition of doing physical damage to any Pharasees or Sadducees. A second source of Rabbinical writings seems to support the Q source by documenting a rash of attacks against these two privileged classes that occurred in a three year period circa 10-28 B.C.E.
Though the exact dates are hard to determine, the timing of these attacks against the Pharasees and Sadducees have a
potential correlation to the timeframe of Jesus of Nazareth’s public ministry. As to the specific nature of the physical attacks, it is difficult to attain. The only evidence the sources provide is a reference to the yad, or hand in ancient Aramaic. In addition the word אֶצְבַּע צְרֵדָה was referred to in the text.

I hope this new research sheds some light on your research.

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by Brandon http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-12 Mon, 21 Jan 2008 03:44:56 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-12 So it's 3:30 in the afternoon and I'm stuck behind a school bus, dropping off a couple of kids at the corner. The driver has his sign out, so I can't go around. Suddenly, this guy behind me starts honking like a maniac. I look back at him, shrug my shoulders, and point to the stop sign sticking out of the driver's side of the bus. The guy keeps honking. He's in a red Chrysler 300, and he keeps on glaring at me. I turn back and say, "It's a school bus, buddy, there's not a lot I can do." The guy gives me the finger and roars around me and the bus only to get stuck at a red light that's just ahead of the bus. While we're all sitting there, the bus driver gets out of his bus, walks over to the 300, grabs the guy's middle finger and snaps it. After the bus went around the guy, I did, too. So it’s 3:30 in the afternoon and I’m stuck behind a school bus, dropping off a couple of kids at the corner. The driver has his sign out, so I can’t go around. Suddenly, this guy behind me starts honking like a maniac. I look back at him, shrug my shoulders, and point to the stop sign sticking out of the driver’s side of the bus. The guy keeps honking. He’s in a red Chrysler 300, and he keeps on glaring at me. I turn back and say, “It’s a school bus, buddy, there’s not a lot I can do.” The guy gives me the finger and roars around me and the bus only to get stuck at a red light that’s just ahead of the bus. While we’re all sitting there, the bus driver gets out of his bus, walks over to the 300, grabs the guy’s middle finger and snaps it. After the bus went around the guy, I did, too.

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by Carlos http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-11 Fri, 18 Jan 2008 15:40:32 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-11 Almost every morning at About 3 a.m, in my neighborhood in Silverlake, (LA), a guy used to drive by on a regular basis with his car stereo blasting. He had to know that people were sleeping at that hour. He just seemed oblivious. I yelled out to him once, back in February 2006, and said, "Hey, turn it down, pal!" He responded by slowing down and then giving me the finger. For about a week, he would come down my street and stop in front of my house and listen to an entire song at full blast. I wanted to call the police on him, but was a bit afraid he might do something to me. Then, it all stopped. About two weeks later, I happened to be awake at 3 and noticed his car. But his radio wasn't blasting. I also noticed he was driving with one hand. His right hand was taped in big gauze. His middle finger immobilized. Now that I read your blog, I think maybe the Righteous Man had struck again. Almost every morning at About 3 a.m, in my neighborhood in Silverlake, (LA), a guy used to drive by on a regular basis with his car stereo blasting. He had to know that people were sleeping at that hour. He just seemed oblivious. I yelled out to him once, back in February 2006, and said, “Hey, turn it down, pal!” He responded by slowing down and then giving me the finger. For about a week, he would come down my street and stop in front of my house and listen to an entire song at full blast. I wanted to call the police on him, but was a bit afraid he might do something to me. Then, it all stopped. About two weeks later, I happened to be awake at 3 and noticed his car. But his radio wasn’t blasting. I also noticed he was driving with one hand. His right hand was taped in big gauze. His middle finger immobilized. Now that I read your blog, I think maybe the Righteous Man had struck again.

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by Albert B http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-10 Fri, 11 Jan 2008 23:12:52 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-10 About 10 months ago I was at a car wash where the day laborers will dry your car for a dollar after you run through the automated line, when a guy comes out of the car wash behind me in a black Lincoln Navigator, spinning hubs and all, and stops right next to where I am parked. He gets out of his car, takes out his floor mats, and starts banging them together, sending clouds of high-priced SUV dust onto my just washed car. I asked him politely to move, and got a few choice words and a bronx cheer in return. I saw this same guy a few days later in the parking lot at the grocery store up the block, getting into his sparkling Navigator, with a conspicuous splint on his middle finger. Coincidence? About 10 months ago I was at a car wash where the day laborers will dry your car for a dollar after you run through the automated line, when a guy comes out of the car wash behind me in a black Lincoln Navigator, spinning hubs and all, and stops right next to where I am parked. He gets out of his car, takes out his floor mats, and starts banging them together, sending clouds of high-priced SUV dust onto my just washed car. I asked him politely to move, and got a few choice words and a bronx cheer in return. I saw this same guy a few days later in the parking lot at the grocery store up the block, getting into his sparkling Navigator, with a conspicuous splint on his middle finger. Coincidence?

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by theicw http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-9 Sun, 06 Jan 2008 14:40:33 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-9 It happpened today. I was in the express line at the Red Lion food store in Sunset Beach, NC. The man ahead of me had 29 items (I counted as I waited) in the line that read "15 items or less." I mentioned to the man that it was the express line and maybe he should have gone to a different line to check out. He gave me the finger and told me to get a life. I finished paying for my 9 items (milk, 3 oranges, a dozen eggs, 4 yogurts) and went to my car. In the parking lot, I saw an older man snap the finger of the guy who had 29 items. It wasn't me who did it. I swear. The "snapper" got into a silver Ford Taurus and drove off. It happpened today. I was in the express line at the Red Lion food store in Sunset Beach, NC. The man ahead of me had 29 items (I counted as I waited) in the line that read “15 items or less.” I mentioned to the man that it was the express line and maybe he should have gone to a different line to check out. He gave me the finger and told me to get a life. I finished paying for my 9 items (milk, 3 oranges, a dozen eggs, 4 yogurts) and went to my car. In the parking lot, I saw an older man snap the finger of the guy who had 29 items. It wasn’t me who did it. I swear. The “snapper” got into a silver Ford Taurus and drove off.

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by Ronnie Fitz http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-8 Tue, 18 Dec 2007 04:01:33 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-8 A few summers ago, my family and I were visiting relatives in Oregon, my hometown. It was the third night we were there and in the middle of dinner my father began talking about some chain letter he received that really freaked him out. Now, if you knew my father, you would understand how rare it was that he checked his email, and he often would just delete chains. So the fact that he had taken the time and actually cared what it had to say intrigued me and my wife, (she knows him well, too). He began rambling about it and told me the story of the righteous man, though in his version, the man resembled a movie version of a squat italian mobster.  It seems the righteous man  seen a man screaming at a woman on the corner (perhaps a girlfriend).  When the righteous man intervened on behalf of the woman, he had been "flipped off."  The rest is either history or myth.  My father  ended up just shaking the whole thing off convincing himself it was just a hoax, though a clever one! Once we returned back to the midwest, (Madison to be exact), I immediately looked it up online, but found nothing. It suprised me that something so widespread through a chain wasn't available on google, which briefly intrigued me. I forgot about the whole thing after a few weeks, (raising 2 boys and a girl doesn't leave a lot of time!), but recently heard about it again. This time from a close family friend. It was virtually the same thing, though the roles were reversed and the righteous man was actually a tall blonde woman at a laundromat who had witnessed a one sided screaming match  between a man and woman. I decided I would google the righteous man again and came across this blog. Anyway, I thought I would share my experience with this story and see if anyone has heard about similar identities. It would be great if I could get updates or something whenever he/she is spotted. Thanks. Contact me at REFitz@yahoo.com A few summers ago, my family and I were visiting relatives in Oregon, my hometown. It was the third night we were there and in the middle of dinner my father began talking about some chain letter he received that really freaked him out. Now, if you knew my father, you would understand how rare it was that he checked his email, and he often would just delete chains. So the fact that he had taken the time and actually cared what it had to say intrigued me and my wife, (she knows him well, too). He began rambling about it and told me the story of the righteous man, though in his version, the man resembled a movie version of a squat italian mobster.  It seems the righteous man  seen a man screaming at a woman on the corner (perhaps a girlfriend).  When the righteous man intervened on behalf of the woman, he had been “flipped off.”  The rest is either history or myth.  My father  ended up just shaking the whole thing off convincing himself it was just a hoax, though a clever one! Once we returned back to the midwest, (Madison to be exact), I immediately looked it up online, but found nothing. It suprised me that something so widespread through a chain wasn’t available on google, which briefly intrigued me. I forgot about the whole thing after a few weeks, (raising 2 boys and a girl doesn’t leave a lot of time!), but recently heard about it again. This time from a close family friend. It was virtually the same thing, though the roles were reversed and the righteous man was actually a tall blonde woman at a laundromat who had witnessed a one sided screaming match  between a man and woman. I decided I would google the righteous man again and came across this blog. Anyway, I thought I would share my experience with this story and see if anyone has heard about similar identities. It would be great if I could get updates or something whenever he/she is spotted. Thanks.

Contact me at REFitz@yahoo.com

]]> Comment on Is “The Righteous Man” an Urban Myth? by Mark G http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-7 Wed, 12 Dec 2007 16:17:21 +0000 http://therighteousman.com/blog/2007/12/01/the-righteous-man-dissertation/#comment-7 I can’t believe I’m writing this letter. As I type, the hair on the back of my neck is standing on ends. I was searching the Internet for a medical site that would tell me the symptoms of a broken finger and I came across your sight. I think I may have met the righteous man. Tonight as I drove home on the Kennedy expressway in Chicago, my phone rang and I answered it. As I talked to my wife on the phone and fumbled for a pen to write down her last minute grocery list I forgot the fact that the entrance for the express lanes was coming up on my left. With ¼ mile to go I put my left blinker on to merge to the on-ramp but typically none was going to let me in so I do what I have always have done I gradually merged into the lane. I thought for a small instant that the mustang would not let me in and we would touch but at the last minute he hit his breaks and I merged on the express lanes. As I continued to write down everything on my now growing list I noticed in my rear view mirror the mustang riding my ass. I swear he must have been less than a foot away from my back bumper. As the lanes gradually opened up I thought he would pass me and I actually switched lanes so he could go around but he remained on my tail. I tried to write down his license plate but I could not see it because he was so close. Jesus Christ I thought to myself what’s wrong with this guy. My middle finger shot up 3 seconds before I realized what a useless and juvenile act it was. At this point I could not even pretend I was adjusting the rearview mirror. He saw it and now he was 1 inch away from my car. What was that? Did he bump me? Oh great, I’m going to wind up on page six of the Sun-Times tomorrow. I wonder if he’s some gang-banger and he’s probably on his cell phone now calling his gang-banger buddies to come kick my ass. My exit was coming up soon and maybe he won’t get off the expressway with me. Well here he comes. How does he stay so close? If I tap my brakes I know he will hit me. As we came up to the stoplight I tried to leave enough room in front of me in case this guy gets out of his car and I could scoot around the car in front of me but my plan failed. The car in front of me stopped too quick and now psycho man was right behind me. I shouldn’t quit Karate when I was a red belt. Here he comes. He doesn’t look that big. Actually I outweigh him by 30 pounds. Maybe he’s a marine or worse maybe he has a gun. If he has a tattoo I’m dead. I’ll keep my window up just in case. Maybe the light will change and I can speed up and lose him. Tap, Tap, Tap. Shit! I look straight ahead. I’m such a pussy. Tap, Tap, Tap. Fuck! I crack my window and yell, “What do you want jag-off?” He smiled and said sorry. What? He said he was sorry he tailed gated me. I cracked my window a little more. He said, he just had a huge fight with his girlfriend and that he decided he would take a ride and cool off and that’s when we had our little misunderstanding. He said he was truly sorry. My window was now all the way down. I told him it was my fault and that I was writing down my wife’s grocery list and I should have merged over earlier. He smiled and said it would make him feel better if he could give me some money for the groceries. I told him I didn’t need it and he cut me off and insisted. He said it would quell his already guilty conscious and he took a twenty out of his wallet and held it out for me. Time froze for a minute. The deepest part of me said no but I finally reached out for the bill. The next moment was like it was happening in a movie. The pain almost made me faint. I felt my foot lighten up on the break and I was lucky to have the presence of mind to not lunge forward. I heard my finger break. It was like a branch from a tree. I remember the sound from when I broke Pat O’Malleys pencil in 6th grade because he caught me looking at Myra Fernandez and was kidding me. Snap! By the time I realized what had happened he was walking back to his car. He pulled around me and I thought. Shit what just happened? I looked down to get his license plate number but it was too dark and I was stuck behind a Mom yelling at her kids. God D$%$ it! The pain is unbelievable. At least it’s not my pointer. How the hell did he snap my middle finger so quickly? Who is this guy. So as I read the stories about this righteous man I am wondering, did I meet him? I wish I had a decent description of him, but all I can say is that he was the most average looking guy I have ever seen. I see 20 guys a day who look like him. He had no distinguishing characteristics. He was unbelievably average. Someone has got to stop this idiot before he kills someone. Someone who has the balls to do what he did to me and appears to do the same thing to other people will not stop at just breaking fingers. We got to find the righteous man. %$#%^! I can’t believe I’m writing this letter. As I type, the hair on the back of my neck is standing on ends. I was searching the Internet for a medical site that would tell me the symptoms of a broken finger and I came across your sight. I think I may have met the righteous man.
Tonight as I drove home on the Kennedy expressway in Chicago, my phone rang and I answered it. As I talked to my wife on the phone and fumbled for a pen to write down her last minute grocery list I forgot the fact that the entrance for the express lanes was coming up on my left. With ¼ mile to go I put my left blinker on to merge to the on-ramp but typically none was going to let me in so I do what I have always have done I gradually merged into the lane. I thought for a small instant that the mustang would not let me in and we would touch but at the last minute he hit his breaks and I merged on the express lanes.
As I continued to write down everything on my now growing list I noticed in my rear view mirror the mustang riding my ass. I swear he must have been less than a foot away from my back bumper. As the lanes gradually opened up I thought he would pass me and I actually switched lanes so he could go around but he remained on my tail. I tried to write down his license plate but I could not see it because he was so close. Jesus Christ I thought to myself what’s wrong with this guy. My middle finger shot up 3 seconds before I realized what a useless and juvenile act it was. At this point I could not even pretend I was adjusting the rearview mirror. He saw it and now he was 1 inch away from my car.
What was that? Did he bump me? Oh great, I’m going to wind up on page six of the Sun-Times tomorrow. I wonder if he’s some gang-banger and he’s probably on his cell phone now calling his gang-banger buddies to come kick my ass. My exit was coming up soon and maybe he won’t get off the expressway with me.
Well here he comes. How does he stay so close? If I tap my brakes I know he will hit me. As we came up to the stoplight I tried to leave enough room in front of me in case this guy gets out of his car and I could scoot around the car in front of me but my plan failed. The car in front of me stopped too quick and now psycho man was right behind me. I shouldn’t quit Karate when I was a red belt.
Here he comes. He doesn’t look that big. Actually I outweigh him by 30 pounds. Maybe he’s a marine or worse maybe he has a gun. If he has a tattoo I’m dead. I’ll keep my window up just in case. Maybe the light will change and I can speed up and lose him. Tap, Tap, Tap. Shit! I look straight ahead. I’m such a pussy. Tap, Tap, Tap. Fuck! I crack my window and yell, “What do you want jag-off?” He smiled and said sorry. What? He said he was sorry he tailed gated me. I cracked my window a little more. He said, he just had a huge fight with his girlfriend and that he decided he would take a ride and cool off and that’s when we had our little misunderstanding. He said he was truly sorry.
My window was now all the way down. I told him it was my fault and that I was writing down my wife’s grocery list and I should have merged over earlier. He smiled and said it would make him feel better if he could give me some money for the groceries. I told him I didn’t need it and he cut me off and insisted. He said it would quell his already guilty conscious and he took a twenty out of his wallet and held it out for me. Time froze for a minute. The deepest part of me said no but I finally reached out for the bill. The next moment was like it was happening in a movie. The pain almost made me faint. I felt my foot lighten up on the break and I was lucky to have the presence of mind to not lunge forward. I heard my finger break. It was like a branch from a tree. I remember the sound from when I broke Pat O’Malleys pencil in 6th grade because he caught me looking at Myra Fernandez and was kidding me. Snap! By the time I realized what had happened he was walking back to his car. He pulled around me and I thought. Shit what just happened? I looked down to get his license plate number but it was too dark and I was stuck behind a Mom yelling at her kids. God D$%$ it! The pain is unbelievable. At least it’s not my pointer. How the hell did he snap my middle finger so quickly? Who is this guy.
So as I read the stories about this righteous man I am wondering, did I meet him? I wish I had a decent description of him, but all I can say is that he was the most average looking guy I have ever seen. I see 20 guys a day who look like him. He had no distinguishing characteristics. He was unbelievably average. Someone has got to stop this idiot before he kills someone. Someone who has the balls to do what he did to me and appears to do the same thing to other people will not stop at just breaking fingers. We got to find the righteous man. %$#%^!

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