Hanky is sprinting around the house with zoomies, waiting for dinner to be ready. Christopher is making breakfast for dinner, I went to the store this morning to buy everything before leaving to the branch for work.

Something scary happened on the drive home and I’m not sure what to make of it and I haven’t told Christopher. I’m trying to figure out what/if anything I did wrong to illicit such a wild action from a stranger. A man. With a woman as his passenger, staring straight ahead and staying quiet. Probably something she does often unless she’s told she’s allowed to speak. That’s the vibe I got within this 30 second interaction. I was driving home, on 1st Ave. At the Nanaimo light, this silver Mitshubishu suv pulls up in the left turn lane but stops just at the back door of my car. It’s an asian couple. The man slams on the brakes, stops his car and GETS OUT OF THE CAR. He stomped towards my car, I was frightened and he came and banged on my driver’s window with the palm of his right hand, three times. Very hard. He could have broken the window. He then walked back to his car, got in the front, gave me the middle finger and drove through the left turn light as the arrow turned green. The woman just sat there, staring forward. I would be surprised if he hits her like that. I didn’t see this car while driving on 1st. It wasn’t ever in front of me or even behind me to my knowledge. There was a big yellow hummer looking truck behind me the whole time since I had taken the exit so I was startled, scared, and confused. I didn’t even say anything because what was I supposed to say. This man could have come back out of his car. Does he hate Teslas? Hate Elon? Did he mistake me for someone else? I have no idea. I wish I took a photo of the car, of them, of their license plate but I was so shocked and I didn’t even have my phone out. Where is a police officer when you need one? They drive down 1st Ave all the time. Anyway, I have no idea why this happened or why this man was so angry. He’s deranged. I wish I could report him. His fingers were really long. He was very fair skinned, on the taller side, maybe 5’10. His girlfriend (hostage?) was super fair skinned, looked small in the passenger seat and never moved her neck from staring straight out the front window. I’m still a little spooked. I came home and tried to nap with Hank and think back to how/why this would have happened. This car was not in my line of sight while I was driving so my guess is mistaken identity and misdirected anger. Be safe out there.