Laid back, but locked in

So we have lunch between 2 and 4 am depending on work load. I bring my lunch since not much is open. I eat during lunch. Most the others sleep. The 19f also eats during lunch and asked if she could eat with because she doesn't like eating alone. Over the past year we have become friends. We eat lunch, talk about life, enjoy each other's company. We are strictly platonic she's like a neice to me.

So 49F started working with us about 6 months ago. She chose to sleep while we ate in the beginning. She started eating lunch by herself. We invited her to eat with us and she snapped.

Said," Why would I want to eat with a pedophile and teenage whore?!" She then got up and left after flipping us the bird.

So this morning, I am driving home from work and this guy cuts me off. He's been trying to get into my lane. He speeds up, so I slow down, but then he slows down, so then I speed up, it's like he's intentionally matching my speed, yet he gets upset that I won't get out of the lane to let him in, but he won't go in front of me or behind me. So finally, we get to a point where the road merges, and I let him get in front of me. Then yeah, he gets out of his 1986 Honda Civic, with no bumpers and mismatch tires and starts pointing and yelling at me as he walks up to my truck. I don't really hear what he's saying, but I recognize hostile intent when hostile intent is coming right at me, pointing a finger.

Now I'm done with work for the night. I'm going home. I'm listening to my happy playlist on the Spotify. All as well for my world, until this guy shows up and decides to ruin my calm and um, I've had just about enough of him. So this is where I get out of my truck. I do a quick scene assessment, as well as a quick assessment of the irate man in cargo shorts, Tommy Bahama top, and flip-flops. Heading my way. I see both his hands are visible. No odd bulges where he may have a weapon concealed, and well, dudes wearing flip flops, you don't fight and flip flops just not very threatening period.

I put my hand up in front of me and I say, stop if you continue advancing towards me, I will consider it an attack on my person, stop. If you consider keeping coming towards me I will defend myself, stop. If you come within range of me punching you, I will punch you. If you pull a weapon, I will shoot you. Please stop and get back in your vehicle.

He keeps advancing and he slaps my outstretched hand saying ,"Listen here ....". At this point, he has been thoroughly warned. At this point I am thoroughly annoyed. So as he slaps my hand away, which I let him hit because now I have been assaulted. I follow-up with a right cross to his jaw, which staggers him backwards, and then I rush forward and throw a teep kick right to his chest. He falls down on the ground, consequently, falling out of his flip flops. I then rush up to him. Put my knee on his throat and say. Are you ready to get back in your car? He nods his head wide eyed and I say, good, I don't want to have this conversation again. I get up, back off. Pick up his flip flops, tell him, get back in the car and as he's walking to his car I throw the flip flops at him and hit him in the head.

He turns at this, and I say, yeah, get back in the car. I'm not telling you again. I'm not giving you another chance, and if you further this altercation, you won't be able to drive. He gets in his car. All this happens within the span of like, hmm, 2 minutes. The light has now changed. Cars are starting to pull away, he takes the right turn, I continue driving straight going home. So yeay that has been my morning.