It's been a stressful couple of days. One long traffic backup after another. I finally got my load delivered today, a full 24 hours late, and headed into WI to make way to the yard.
I stopped at a small truck stop inside of WI and decided to relax for the evening. After having something to eat I kicked back and started knitting. That always relaxes me. While I was working on the Irish Hiking Scarf I suddenly felt my truck rock to one side. Damn! I knew what that meant. Some asshole just hit my truck.
I jumped up front in time to see the dumbass pulling out and heading for the exit. I keyed up the radio and yelled for someone to stop him. A truck that was pulling in stopped across the drive effectively blocking the asshole's exit and I started for his truck.
Anyone can make a mistake. It happens. But if that someone isn't man enough to stay put and own up to it I tend to get a little pissed. In this case the dumbass in question was just stepping out of his truck as I made it up to him. I never said a word I just knocked him on his ass. He made the mistake of coming up swinging and I clobbered him again. He decided to stay down the second time.
I got his company name, his driver's license, and his license plate info while he smartly kept his ass on the pavement. I warned him that if he even thought about getting up I'd knock him into next week. I guess he believed me because he was still on the ground when the cops showed up.
He whined to the cop that I had assaulted him but once the cop got the statements from myself and the half dozen other drivers who had collected around the scene he told the asshole that it sounded to him like he had it coming and reminded him that hit and run is a felony offense. The asshole shut up at that point.
The cop took my statement as well as those of the other drivers but when I asked him if it would be ok if I just went ahead and beat the hell out of the aforementioned asshole he decided that it probably wouldn't be a good idea. Damn!
Anyone can make a mistake, and I am good with that, but when you screw up and try to run away I get just a tad pissed. Just a tad.
Hopefully the swelling in the first two knuckles of my right fist will go down in a day or two. I'm pretty sure the asshole's jaw and cheekbone will be sore for much longer. He already had a nice shiner going by the time the cop finished his report charging the asshole with careless driving.
So much for relaxing.