Persecution
 
Yesterday, 120622, a harassing thing happened to me!

I was at the intersection of 5 October road with Domingos Sequeira road and I halted at the luminous signal. I was the first when we got the green and I went straight ahead on! Just in the middle of the road! It was necessary because if a car pushed me to the left, or to the right, and I didn’t stand the correct position, the precise road way near Boavista square, I would never reach Bom Sucesso shopping centre! Only the road way in the middle would fit! So, I watched the mirror and I saw a taxi very close my van. Very close. The taxi pushed its position in my right side but we must know this 5 October road is narrower in the beginning. I am used drivers standing in my back till the spreading of the road sides. It’s  usual. All days this happened. Yesterday no!! Suddenly the taxi, in high speed, passed by me so close in my right side that a hair between us, van and taxi, would be crushed!! I startled a little because it was a dangerous thing!

So close to me and so close parked cars at the walkway! And the persecution began!

The taxi stopped ahead waiting for me!! I passed in the same speed and saw the man motioned I did a wrong thing! Everybody could see the registration number of the van and I didn’t want problems with anybody and answered with a normal gesture of «No! I did the right thing!» It was a no offensive gesture! I went in the same speed on, I never stopped or delayed the van. Never!! And I reached the Boavista square in the middle, in the correct walk way! I had four cars in front of me in the red light. Happened the taxi stopped, this time, in my left side of the van! The taxi had no cars in front of it. He shouted at me!! I often said, in my thunderous voice, only one thing.

This:

I call the police! I call the police!! I call the police!!!

He went on the shouting!

When I began being afraid of consequences I told this to him:

«I will complain to my boss and I will never want more the van! Never more! Tomorrow you will be driving this van! You will! I swear! You will be driving the van! You will!»

And he ran away! He fled!

 

Moral of this true story:

It’s easier carry people with legs than heavy boxes lacking of!!

But, seriously:

I very much love the warehouse, I am methodical, I have writings of all occurrences in the warehouse! I hate driving! It’s an unpredictable thing!