I recently wound up “following” a car for about 30 miles right to their house. I got behind them on the freeway for around 25 miles, exited at the same exit, drove about 5 miles through town making all the same turns, drove by as they pulled into their driveway in a residential neighborhood, and then pulled into my own driveway two houses down. They were probably shitting bricks, and I even debated on whether I should just pull off onto a random street as we got closer and closer to my house, but I was tired and wanted to get home. Definitely a weird-ass but totally coincidental situation.
I recently wound up “following” a car for about 30 miles right to their house. I got behind them on the freeway for around 25 miles, exited at the same exit, drove about 5 miles through town making all the same turns, drove by as they pulled into their driveway in a residential neighborhood, and then pulled into my own driveway two houses down. They were probably shitting bricks, and I even debated on whether I should just pull off onto a random street as we got closer and closer to my house, but I was tired and wanted to get home. Definitely a weird-ass but totally coincidental situation.
You know damn well they didn’t even notice, most people don’t even use their mirrors
You left out the part where you then broke into their house and left their bodies in a tub of acid.
Oh shit I said that out loud didn’t I?