Delivery story 95 Fiend writes: I had a delivery down this particular driveway. The guy who actually owned the driveway lived at the top and there were 3 or 4 houses or trailers further back. I had to go to one further back. A friend of mine had lived back there years ago and told me how crazy this guy was who owned the driveway. The customer told me the same thing. He said, "Make sure you do 5 MPH down the driveway because the guy's nuts and he'll chase you with a gun." Being the smartass I am, I thought, "Screw him. No one's gonna tell me how to drive." By the time I got to "the driveway" I had calmed down, stared at the three (yes three) speed limit signs he had entering his precious driveway. I also noticed the mountain of a speedbump he had installed. I drive a fullsize pick-up but it also sits on the ground with 3" and 5" drop front and rear, so even if I wanted to be a dick I couldn't have. Entering his driveway any faster than 5 MPH would have bottomed out my truck and brought me to a screeching halt. An older truck, my tailgate rattles, so after I conquered his monstrosity of a speedbump my gate rattled and he thought I was tearing into his driveway. I made my delivery. As I returned, he was waiting at the end of the driveway with a baseball bat. He said something smart to me. I told him to kiss my ass. That's when he swung the bat and smacked the bed of my truck. I came to a screeching halt, jumped out to teach this guy a lesson, and he charged me. Not having my mace (or bat of my own which I usually carry) I decided to hop back in my truck and report it to the police. After the police took my statement they said they would be in contact with me about the hearing date. Three months went by and nothing. I called the courthouse and found out I had missed the hearing. It was the month prior and therefore I automatically lost. I later found out this a**hole has "contacts" with police/magistrates/etc. and I'm guessing they "forgot" to send me the notification, allowing me to miss it. This guy hit my truck with a bat, threatened me, sent his 500-pound son-in-law truck driver down to threaten me, and called in a favor all because my tailgate rattled when I pulled into his driveway and he thought I was speeding. Well, you know the saying -- revenge is a dish best served cold. return to top