Last summer my girlfriend and I decided to head up to the local reservoir with some hiking with our dog. It was a beautiful drive up and the day seemed like it couldn’t get any better.
As we pulled into one of the parking lots we notice a pickup truck blaring country music and its owner (We’ll call him Loud D*ck-LD) getting his fishing gear ready. Okay no big deal.
We start our hike enjoying the sunny day. On the tail end of our hike we notice we’re coming up on LD. Here’s where it gets interesting. As I said earlier, we had our dog with us.
She’s a small dog a mix of a few breeds but she’s about 30 pounds.
She was on a leash but we were coming up on a point where the trail narrowed with a cliff on one side and the shoreline on the other.
As we approach LD says “Your dog bites me and I’ll shoot that little b*tch”. Keep in mind this is in Wyoming where everyone and their uncle has a gun.
My girlfriend and I are shocked at his blatant rudeness but let it go
As we walk past our dog gets excited to see a new person and starts pulling towards him.
As she gets within arms reach of LD he slaps her in the snout.
Oh f*ck no. I decide a physical confrontation won’t do anyone any good so I do my best to comfort my dog and keep walking.
The rest of the walk back I was wondering what I could do get this a-hole back. We get back to the car and I see LD’s truck.
Then it hits me.
I pull out my keys and flatten all 4 of his tires by releasing the air through the valve stem. Have fun with 4 flats and no cell service asshole.