So I was on my way home from work where the kids were more rambunctious than usual for whatever reason and I ended up being let go early because I was exhausted, I work in the "Problem Kid" room, and a manager took pity on my scrounging through my purse for ibuprofen. Well as I begin my hour long drive back to my college town from my work town, a large white truck began to pass me... No big deal... It then proceeded to pull into the space I left between my car and the car in front of me which was barely enough for him. I slammed on my breaks so I didn't hit this möther h*ecker in his giant, brand new, lifted white duley. A pretty common sight in Texas. I couldn't have messed up this tank at all even if I wanted to, mind you. My well used 2006 Toyota Corolla that is already falling apart a little would've been toast though. This fre*king h*cking giant truck then continues to cut people off at every opportunity that benefits his place in traffic. Needless to say, I was a bit UpsettiSpaghetti™️. I then took a picture of their truck and license plate and started to complain about them online as soon as I got home.
One of my good friends who I know very little about other than we enjoy sometimes partaking in the
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responded to my post.
"I gotchu fam." Is all it said.
"What do you mean? lol" I reply
He doesn't reply for two hours until I hear a knock at my door. I'm not expecting anyone. My 3 roommates say they aren't expecting anyone. Maybe a messed up delivery? I look through the peep-hole and there stands my friend. I crack the door and see 4 guys I've never met standing behind him holding something. Obviously I'm a little concerned.
"Dude what the actual McFr*ck is going on?" He moves aside and his 4 friends deliver to me 4 enormous truck tires and the licence plate from my picture. He assures me that no one is hurt but their truck is done for. I notice random bits of mangled metal in all of their pockets. Souvenirs? I'm quite confused though.
"Famerino, thank you I think? But I was legitimately just complaining. You know me."
"I know. But he easily could've hurt you or anyone else I care about. And I might as well come cheer you up after such a cruddy day. This truck doesn't need to be on the streets while my friends and family are." He leaves the licence plate for me to hang on my wall and takes the tires back to his car.
"Oh and delete those posts off of anything you posted them on." And that's that.
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