This afternoon, I was driving home from a theatre where I work. I was at a red light on a busy street in Evanston when the car in front of me tried to do a three-point turn at the light. They did so really poorly, and backed into the car in the next lane (that had been next to them before they tried to turn). They didn’t pull over, though, and sped off. Asshole.
Well, that wasn’t acceptable, and I wanted an opportunity to play vigilante. So I pulled a u-turn and sped after them, honking and flashing my lights. They turned a corner, and I rode their rear bumper. Some other concerned citizen clearly had the same thought, and sped past them at a stop-light to box them in. The driver got out, seemingly confused (whether it was feigned or real is unclear). We said he had hit someone, he replied “Oh, I didn’t feel anything!” But we convinced him to follow me back to the accident site, hoping the victim would still be there. The other concerned citizen -slash- vigilante went into the night, and the crasher followed me back to the accident site.
I gotta say, I felt like quite the badass when I pulled up behind a woman on her phone, pacing behind her car, a nice sedan with an HRC bumper sticker and Texas plates. “Did you just get hit?” I asked. “Yeah,” she said. “Why?” “Because here’s the guy who hit you,” I replied, gesturing to the car pulling up. Continue reading 'I was a vigilante this afternoon, and it turned out better than I ever expected'»