I'm not evening going to talk about what happened at work other than to say I had close to a nervous breakdown. Shaking, crying, hyperventalating, vomitting. The whole bit. I'm still shaking. I'm still crying off and on. I'm about to tweek on the next person who speaks to me.

On the way home from work some fucking idiot cut *right* infront of us. Like really f'ing close, we would of smashed right into him if we weren't lucky. So I flipped him off. Next thing I know, he's chasing us, rolls down his windows, says "What's the problem you fucking bitch?" ME: "You nearly fucking killed the both of us you fucking asshole!!!" HIM:"Fuck you." ME:"No thanks." and then I roll up my window and he's still fucking chasing us, tailing us, getting infront of us and trying to make us smash into his bumper. Was fucking scary. That's the last thing I needed after my fucking day at work.