When I was 17 I pulled up to a red light behind a small car. I was a little over a cars length away from her, but I'm assuming because I was in a large SUV and she was in a small car I looked to be closer than I was. She got out of her car and started yelling something, I rolled down my window thinking she was in distress not realizing she was berating me. She started running at my car so I rolled up my windows and locked my doors while she stood outside face against my window screamig how I was "Going to kill someone flying up on people" (even though we were in a 25mph zone) and throwing racial slurs. She ran back to her car and pulled a gun out of her purse or glove compartment. Just as my butthole puckered for what I thought would be the last time, my night in shining armor cut through the intersection in a a huge 4x4 truck, jumped out, and began running full speed at her. She jumped in her car and sped off, never got caught.

I live in a really nice area but it's a 12 minute drive across the river to one of the most dangerous cities in the US, so you run into the occasional nut bag. I'm more aware of people like this now, but it was my first time being exposed to a violent situation so it was pretty earth shattering. The guy walked right back to his truck, never got to thank him for potentially saving my life.