Scary Story

Ok, are you sitting down? This is kinda freaky. So at about 4:30 pm I was driving to the temple by myself. I was about 15 minutes away, and I suddenly realized I needed to change lanes because I was in a "turn only" lane. I put my blinker on, looked over my shoulder and saw that there was a big space between two cars, one of them being a gigantic truck. So I quickly started to move over, but as I did, the huge truck sped up because he obviously didn't want to let me in. So as a result, I guess I cut him off. As far as I saw, I totally had room.

So the man (loose interpretation of the word) in the truck laid on his horn for a LONG time. It was the loudest horn ever, by the way. I was like, "Ok, I get it. You're pissed." Then, all of sudden, he sped up really fast, and swerved around me so that he was right next to me with his window down. I've never seen a giant truck move so fast. He was so close to my window and that's when he yelled "F****** B****!!"

Ok, now this was not your average man. He was the devil himself- so full of rage. He was HUGE, with thick, dark hair and a beard. And he was wearing a grungy flannel shirt. So basically, try to picture what the devil would look like on steroids, dressed as a lumberjack for Halloween. He looked at me with so much hatred I was shocked! He seriously looked like he wanted to kill me. I just looked back at him with a confused face. The weirdest part was that I wasn't really scared, I was just really shocked. Was he seriously that mad at me?

So then he got back behind me again, really quickly. And he proceeded to follow me!! FOR A LONG TIME! After the first couple minutes, I was like, "He's not seriously gonna follow me. Who would be that psycho? And what does he plan to do once I stop?" (gulp) Then Nate randomly called to see if I was at the temple yet, so I told him the story. He told me to keep heading to the temple and just see if he really follows that far. The temple is not close to any business or anything, so I would know if he was really following me. I stayed on the phone with Nate the whole time. So finally I was approaching the temple and I knew he was definitely following me. So I drove right past it and headed home. I GUARANTEE he would have followed me into the parking lot, and I was not about to stop with him still behind me. Nate said he would stand outside our house with his gun, ready for this lunatic. I was like, "He probably has a gun too, and he will probably shoot you."

Anyway, when I was less than 10 minutes from our house (which is probably 25 minutes from where the "incident" happened!), he finally decided to get a life I guess, and he turned around. Phew. I was pretty bummed though because I missed the temple session. I was pretty scared after I thought about it for a while, and I didn't want to go back either. Satan sure has a way of thwarting my plans. He even has his followers dress up as road-raged psychopaths, and terrorize innocent temple-goers. So beware.

So the moral of the story is: hmm... wait for it.... I'm still deciding.
What do you think the moral is?