Ok, so I go to the gym today and afterwards I had to go to the store since I promised my son we would get more bubble juice. Shouldn't be complicated, right? Walmart is the closest store so I pull into the parking lot, and I notice one of my son's preschool teachers is getting into her car, so we say hi and then I park. Well, I go to get my son out of the backseat, undo his buckles, take his hand to help him out, the usual drill. As I'm helping my little boy out of the car, I feel something hit my leg, turn around and it's some douche in a minivan. I go "are you being serious right now?", astounded at what just happened. This jerkoff, starts yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs that he wasn't anywhere near me, I'm a liar, etc. My son's pre-k teacher is right there, having seen the whole thing and was like, "seriously? you just hit her with your car? Are you crazy?" The guy, having gotten out at this point, starts aggressively lunging at her, yelling and screaming. I'm genuinely worried for her safety so I'm like it's ok, it's ok, trying to get her to get in her car cuz the guy is freaking me out. So, I head into the store, thinking once I walk away, that's the end of it, but no, he's stalking me in the store, telling me his uncle is a detective and if I'm looking for a lawsuit I came to the wrong guy. I'm freaked out at this point and call my husband, who says he's leaving work to come to the store right now and to call the police. Then I notice there are cop cars outside and see the guy heading out to them. I also notice that my son's pre-k teacher is still out there and she' talking to the 1st cop. So I head out, figuring with like 3 cop cars it should be safe enough to go to my car. I go up to where she's at, tell him my side of the story, give him my info and then he lets me and her go. On my way home, I pull over, call my husband and tell him not to come, that it's ok and I'm heading home. Then I pull back onto the main road to head home and all of a sudden I realize that he's in front of me. I hang back, but then he's turning on my street and I turn as well. Then I see the light is turning red and I don't wanna get stuck at a red light with this nut, so I turn off into some apartment complex. I turn around and come back out and as I'm driving to my house I pass right by him. I saw him up ahead, getting his 5 bags of flaming hot cheetos out of the trunk. I knew it was him cuz he's wearing a lime green/yellow neon matching muscle shirt and shorts, your average douchebag outfit. Anyway, thought I'd get a little of the stress of the situation out by typing this here. I know what comments await me, don't worry.