I lost a road rage altercation via stupidity

You gotta go to one of them casinos and kick his ass

You might be thinking of the wrong type of Indian.

Indian as in from India (Punjab in particular given his religion). If it was an indigenous person, I would actually be a lot less offended.... I don't know why, other than the fact that a brown guy pretending to be a black gangster boils my blood.

I say this as a person of South Asian descent (grandparents were indentured slaves that were brought from India to work the sugar plantations in Guyana). I don't know what's happened to this latest generation of kids - they all act like their hardcore, throwing up gang signs and pretending to be thugs in public, only to be terrified of their parents beating them for not getting an A in math.

One of my favorite memories was from when I worked at the transit terminal in my teens - a group of brown kids were smoking, blocking the entrance to the building and generally just acting dumb. I guess one of their parents saw them, because this tiny Indian woman walks up to one of the boys and slaps him in front of everybody. He was dumb enough to start talking back to her, and she slaps him again, and then grabs him by his ear and drags him away as he's crying.

I gues the moral of this story is.. beat your children.
 
In a situation like this, just pull out your phone and pretend like ur recording their dumbass behavior and it'll probably get them to scram. Or better yet, should've snapped a few photos of his ugly mug for this thread and the decisive W would've been yours.
 
You basically won when you called his tough guy bluff by telling him to get out of the car and he left instead. That's why he was so unbelievably butthurt that he decided to drive back to hurl a petty insult lol.


Yea, he had to run away then comes back , calls you a few names then drives off whilst you get your petrol and no-one gets hurt or arrested. Sounds more like a win to me and he was a bitch...
 
You should have called him a gandu.
 
Imagine talking shit…. to a 300 pound black guy…. And getting away with it.

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Lol, I've had similar a few times when they see the size of you, it's always good for lols, and sure, you don't have a bark game as good as his, but that's for good reasons.
 
Too bad you didn't get his license plate. You could report him for threatening murder.
 
sounds like it's your fault because your not up to date on who all the local big boss players are. Next I mean be courteous and check in advance... so you will know who this guy is and plan accordingly for his next level parking skills.
 
I went to fill up my car earlier today, and there was a car parked directly in front of the gas stations doors (in a no parking/stopping area). Why this was an issue is that it blocked anyone from circling around the pump if your car's gas cap was on the drivers side.

It essentially blocked my car in (there was somebody behind me looking to make the same turn, and there was a car already filling up to my side). After a 5 minute wait, the driver of the illegally parked car returns, but he makes no effort to leave. He sat in his car drinking a coffee - I honked at him, he doesn't acknowledge me. I roll down my window and say "Hey boss, you can't park there, your blocking people from filling up". This is where the situation began to escalate.

The guy leans out of his car and says "I'll park wherever the fuck I want my ni**a, do you know who I am ni**a, I'm not moving shit". I should probably mention that he was an indian guy with cornrows, who couldn't be older than 20.

I yell back "I know that your not black, so stop calling me your ni**a, and move your fucking car". He starts threatening me, and keeps on saying that I don't know who I'm fucking with, and that he will fuck me up for even looking at him weird (with ni**ga being thrown in every other word).

By this point, I'm pretty heated and say "Move your car, or get out of your car and we can see what happens". I step out of my car (horrible idea in retrospect), but I had a pretty good sense that if he saw me, he would back down (I was literally twice his size - he couldn't have been more than 135lbs). He yells "Fuck you, you'll see what's coming" and he peels out of the place. Issue over, right?

I finally get to the pump and start filling up, and the same guy comes back into the station and pulls up in front of my car - at this point, I expect that he has a weapon of some kind, but instead, he says this "I fucked your wife, your kids are mine. Your kids died of AIDS. Fuck you fa**got*" - I was genuinely speechless, I felt like George in that Seinfeld episode where he doesn't have a comeback for "The ocean called, their running out of shrimp"

All I could say was "What?" before he drove away again, continuing to call me a fa**ot. Making the situation even weirder was an old spanish guy who was also filling up and he turns to me: "Are you going to let him say that about your wife and kids?".... I don't have kids (that I know of), or a wife.

I definitely took the L in this exchange, and have been frustrated ever since.

RIP Imaginary AIDS kids.

find out where he lives and slash his tires every month for ten years.
 
You didn’t take the L…I would have done the same the thing as you..dude was a piece of shit…the only thing I would have done is differently is cracked up in his face..shit was funny…
 
lolwut
how to ay you are 5'4 overweight and scared to maintain eye contact with other males
without saying it
Unless I read his post incorrectly he did get out of the car to face his antagonist.
 
You might be thinking of the wrong type of Indian.

Indian as in from India (Punjab in particular given his religion). If it was an indigenous person, I would actually be a lot less offended.... I don't know why, other than the fact that a brown guy pretending to be a black gangster boils my blood.

I say this as a person of South Asian descent (grandparents were indentured slaves that were brought from India to work the sugar plantations in Guyana). I don't know what's happened to this latest generation of kids - they all act like their hardcore, throwing up gang signs and pretending to be thugs in public, only to be terrified of their parents beating them for not getting an A in math.

One of my favorite memories was from when I worked at the transit terminal in my teens - a group of brown kids were smoking, blocking the entrance to the building and generally just acting dumb. I guess one of their parents saw them, because this tiny Indian woman walks up to one of the boys and slaps him in front of everybody. He was dumb enough to start talking back to her, and she slaps him again, and then grabs him by his ear and drags him away as he's crying.

I gues the moral of this story is.. beat your children.
I think the acting hood/black thing is common in younger people of all backgrounds and ethnicities now a days since gangster rap became mainstream in the mid 90's. Should have called this guy a panchood, by the way do Indians not from Punjab pronounce this word with B or a Ph sound?
 
You might be thinking of the wrong type of Indian.

Indian as in from India (Punjab in particular given his religion). If it was an indigenous person, I would actually be a lot less offended.... I don't know why, other than the fact that a brown guy pretending to be a black gangster boils my blood.

I say this as a person of South Asian descent (grandparents were indentured slaves that were brought from India to work the sugar plantations in Guyana). I don't know what's happened to this latest generation of kids - they all act like their hardcore, throwing up gang signs and pretending to be thugs in public, only to be terrified of their parents beating them for not getting an A in math.

One of my favorite memories was from when I worked at the transit terminal in my teens - a group of brown kids were smoking, blocking the entrance to the building and generally just acting dumb. I guess one of their parents saw them, because this tiny Indian woman walks up to one of the boys and slaps him in front of everybody. He was dumb enough to start talking back to her, and she slaps him again, and then grabs him by his ear and drags him away as he's crying.

I gues the moral of this story is.. beat your children.

Bro that was a joke, all the best to you
 
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