Scared...

Okay, so this isn't about losing weight, this post is about the scary thing that happend tonight. So I went to pick Corey up from work tonight. On our way back the gas light came on and I was hurrying to get to the place we ALWAYS get gas. So like before we even got close to that this car with like 4 girls in it starts like shinning their brights at me and like tailgaiting me and going beside my car and honking their horn and yelling at me and stuff. And I had no clue what was happening so finally Corey told me to call 911. Well I'm not someone to call 911 in fact I never have, but I did. This dispatcher stayed on the phone with me until I drove to the police station, almost out of gas, and I talked to an officer who I feel thought was silly for me to get worked up. but that car followed me until I pulled into the police station and then they like sped away. I feel like I did the smart thing and the police man can just go jump off a bridge. The whole thing sure did get my heart going, but I guess that's good for this whole weight lost thing, right? :-)