A Scary Moment

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Last Saturday my family and I went out to eat. The parking lot was rather full, and of course over flowing with snow due to a huge storm we'd had on Friday. There was a spot at the end of the lot that we just barely squeezed into. Technically we were a little ways into the spot next to us, but we figured that spot was not usable due to the huge snow bank on the other side of it... perhaps a motorcycle could have squeezed in. After our meal we come out to load back into the car, and found that another car did in fact attempt to squeeze into the space between us and the snow bank. Unfortunately this person left literally an inch or 2 between our 2 vehicles, so I could not get into my car, and I couldn't load my son into the back seat either. Not to mention... this guy's back bumper was actually up against our front tire... literally touching!! We would not be able to move our car without damaging the other vehicle, so hubby went back into the restaurant to find a manager who would eventually locate the owner of the other vehicle. We stood outside waiting a few minutes, then the guy finally comes out. He's a little nerdy guy, balding, probably 40 ish, wearing a turtle neck and glasses... but supporting a giagantic attitude. First thing he says is "Well, what's the problem?" I say "Problem is, you need to move your car!". He starts yelling at us about our bad parking job... which technically was not our fault because of the way the vehicle had been parked on the opposite side of us when we pulled in.. not that it matters. I honestly believe this guy should have just parked elsewhere instead of putting his car where it was... but he wasn't going to budge on his attitude. He and my hubby ended up getting into a shouting match. My husband wasn't saying much.. just kept repeating "Move your car!" and each time he said it his voice got louder and deeper... until he took on his scary tone which I don't hear to often and it really frightens me! However this other guy, totally unphased, starts shouting profanities at my husband! Finally he gets in and begins to move his car. As he's pulling forward I can hear the squeeking of his bumper pulling away from my front tire.. no damage was done to our tire though. The guy only pulls up a few feet... his car is still blocking my door! He gets out of his car and continues to shout profanities at my husband. I'm now standing behind the other guy's car, waiting for him to move it so that I can get into my car and we can leave this situation. So my husband uses the scary voice again, and the attitude man gets back in his car to move it again... but he goes in reverse this time... RIGHT TOWARDS ME!! He came within inches of actually hitting me. Let me tell you I was a shaken mess!! This whole time a waitress and the manager were watching our commotion. As the guy's car is inching toward hitting me I scream towards them to call 911, and they do. At that point the guy puts it in drive and goes away to park in a different spot, then goes back into the restaurant continuing to shout profanities at us. I'm amazed my husband had enough control not to throttle the guy... I'm actually still kicking myself for not throttling him myself, but I was far too shaken up to think straight. Once the cops showed up and we told them our side of the story, they went in to talk to the guy and we finally left, without knowing what happened to him. Probably not much, but I'm hoping he at least had a bad night after that! So that's my scary story... actually I'm beginning to shake again from the memory! Have you ever been in a confrontation like this?