Today had some scary 10 minutes. Went to my local petrol station for a top-up. As the staff was doing his thing went into the convenience shop to get some cash. Came out and as a was driving out saw a two door Merc 320, not a common car. Drove out and headed to my destination. Ten minutes later in my rear view mirror I notice the Merc behind me. I move to the next lane and so does the Merc. I move back and so does the Merc. I indicate to turn right, so does the Merc. I am now thinking that this is the stuff movies are made of...but I am getting a bit anxious. I speed up a bit and so does the Merc. I am now convinced that some robbers or secret police are after me, and I decide that if anything is gonna happen then it has to happen in a place with many people around. I pull into a another petrol station (So does the Merc)and I make it known to staff that the car opposite has been following me. At that moment the driver ( a caucasian)of the car rolls down the window, and I gesture to him like WT...is this about? I step out and so he does. He comes over and says tobme, I want to know where you are taking my wife and son. A small crowd is now gathering as I tell him that I have no idea what he is talking about. The dude is visibly distressed. I am not sure what to say but I open my car doors for him to check. He checks and confirms that I do not have his clan with me. He almost in tears and apologises profusely. He offers me his hand and I look into his eyes in the kind of way to say, I understand what you are going thro ENDS.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 18:48:29 +0000
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