California resident cuts off truck driver in traffic, driver follows him to pizza spot, thinking he's a "delivery boy" and tries to get him fired: 'I don't work here'

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  • A man wearing sunglasses and a flannel sits in the driver's seat of his bright blue truck.
  • Guy I cut off in traffic follows me to my "job" to try and get me fired.

    Last year I took a trip to New York City in late January, and had a very early flight back home to California. So even though I ate on the plane and all, due to the time zone shifts, by the time I got home I was still pretty hungry,
  • and having been awake since 2 AM local time was too tired to put anything together. So I ordered from my favorite pizza place and got in the car to go pick up my order, which is usually only about a 10-minute drive each way. A
  • couple blocks from the pizza place there was some kind of weird obstruction in traffic. I tried to get a look at it but genuinely couldn't tell what was going on. It
  • seemed like either someone was pulled over or kinda beefing it by having their car halfway out in the street while parked by the curb. It
  • seemed like it could've started moving again or not, I genuinely had no idea, all I knew was my lane wasn't moving at all at the moment, and I was hungry and tired, so I had to do something.
  • A man wearing sunglasses and a flannel shirt stands in front of his blue truck.
  • Traffic in the next lane is moving pretty slowly, due to people shifting from my blocked-up lane, so I figure I have an opportunity. I look in my driver's side mirror,
  • see a pick-up that's kinda close but moving very slowly, so I flip my signal and turn in. I thought I had the room to move in smoothly without problems, but the guy still had to brake fast and honked at me. And you know what, fair. My bad, misjudged it.
  • But nobody was hurt, no accidents occurred, and within seconds we were both moving along, and I thought that was that.
  • I get to the pizza place two minutes later and park, and stop to check a message on my phone before getting out of the car.
  • When I do, there's this very angry man outside the front door of the shop who begins yelling at me. I see his truck parked in the same lot now, and I gotta say, I did not know they made pick-up trucks that big. Just the most massive vehicle I've ever seen that still
  • parking lot. In my travel-addled mind it must've been as big as an actual truck that drags along a trailer. But this dude is going off, g head off screaming his f about how I cut him off in traffic,
  • and making v t threats. And I'm tired, and I don't know how to react to this, because I'm not scared of him in the moment. I'm 6'5" and this dude is like 5'6" tops, but my brain doesn't really know how to process him being all hyper and going "I'm out here motherf s left and right, you don't even know!" And
  • again, I DID cut him off, it was my bad. So I try to apologize and then he's heading inside the pizza place and internally I'm like "What are the odds we were going to the same spot? Even with the way he's acting I guess it's only fair I let him get his pizza first, maybe that'll calm him down."
  • A man wearing sunglasses and a flannel shirt drives his truck.
  • But then when I step inside after him he's yelling at the whole staff. And it takes me a moment to process it all, but he's screaming at them about me, and saying their "delivery boy" cut him off in traffic and blah blah blah. And y'all, the staff all wear normal restaurant clothes with a restaurant-branded shirt, and I'm
  • a man in his 30's wearing a graphic tee, fire engine red suspenders, and a red newsboy hat people constantly say makes me look like Mario with my mustache. And when I finally do process it, my mood changes a bit. 'Cuz it's one thing to yell at me for a f -up I made, even if the reaction is insanely disproportionate. But now that I
  • realized he is not an actual customer but FOLLOWED me here, and he's making all these other folks uncomfortable, so now I get mad. And I don't scream or anything, but I raise my voice and tell him very firmly "I don't work here". And the guy turns to me for a second and is stunned by this new information,
  • but then he manages to recover by stammering "W-well you LOOK like the kinda clown who would work here" and starts to raise his voice and is raving again, at this point I couldn't even tell you what about.
  • The exterior of a local Pizza Shop against a blue sky.
  • I have no clue how this is going to go. I've dealt with aggressive people before but never on this level. This dude is f g unhinged and part of me is beginning to worry that this is the kind of guy who might have a on him. Luckily, two cops
  • happened to be having lunch in the dining room and came to the front to see what all the commotion was. They asked the staff if they wanted the guy to be there, they said no, they forced him to leave. There was no arrest,
  • I didn't have to give a statement or anything, but once the situation had calmed down I started to get worried in the aftermath. I felt like there was a very good chance that once I had my pizza and stepped outside that guy would be waiting for me again. Thankfully, he was gone,
  • which I could tell from the absence of his insanely large overcompensation-mobile. As I got in my car and started for home, I found myself hoping that did not have a family to n bring all that anger home to.
  • I got home and enjoyed my pizza, but felt nervous for a few days after, worried about what if I ever came across that guy again. I
  • haven't seen him or his oversized truck since, so I can only hope he was passing through town and doesn't really live here. Whatever the case, that was not the homecoming I was expecting after a vacation.

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