My husband experienced his fair share of craziness when he was out and about.
He said that he and a car were first in line, side by side, at a stoplight when another car blew past him on the left, speeding so fast and so close that when they sideswiped him, the air movement shook our car violently.
The big dummy took off after this car load of young idiots who continued to blow stop lights and stop signs, and nearly hit a pedestrian. That's when he backed off and lost them and never got the license plate.
I asked why he didn't just call 911? He said, "I did! And I got a recording."
"Let me see your phone." I looked and laughed. In his haste he had dialed 199.
He later discovered the damage. The car had scraped the clear coat on our paint, and was easily buffed out. No real damages other than to his nerves. I dare not think what could have happened.
We went to get a burger later, and as he went to pull into the turn lane, a speeding car blew past us from behind on the left. If we hadn't swerved it would have sideswiped the same side of our car. The young dad inside rushed into the restaurant and took his toddler to the play area and hid from us.
As we were eating, a guy came up to Bill and said, "Are you a preacher?"
He said, "Me? Why? Do I look like a preacher?"
The guy, who I hope was a bit challenged, said, "I'm just kidding." And he dumped his trash in the can and walked away.
My honey said, "That's it, we're going home and staying there. If things come in threes, I hope I'm finished."
Did you ever have one of "those" days?