TIFU by shaking my head at a violent racist.
This didn't happen today and I'm on mobile and all that jazz. This is also more about the fallout than the fuck up.
12 years ago when I was 21, I pulled up to a few cars stopped at a light on my awesome blue 50cc Yamaha BWS (like a Vespa). The car in front of me is this beat up white VW rabbit with a lovely gentleman driving. Nothing says friendly like full head tats right? So he's yelling "white power" over and over out of his window. We are getting to the fuck up early. I give a dismissive scoff to myself, shake my head a bit and put my visor down. He sees this in his rear view mirror. Yells "hey @#$&er, where's my money?!" and starts getting out of his car.
He barely gets out of the car and the light turns green. My body picks flight and I'm out of there. My woefully underpowered scooter doesn't share my sense of urgency though. I take off through the intersection and he's back in his car coming along quick. He almost hits me but I see a white passenger van parked on the side of the road. Sidewalk is clear so I pull up onto it and try to do the old stop and hope he drives past move. He sees right through me and pulls in front to block me, gets a baseball bat from the car as he is getting out and yells "I'm gonna bash your face it $#&+ stain." I try to protest briefly that he has the wrong person but he's still coming. So I spin my scooter around and get back on the road.
He is in hot pursuit. Luckily we are in the neighborhood I grew up in so I've got some tricks. I see a big column of cars coming the other way so I make a risky left turn down a side street. No way he had time to follow, few I'm free...honk, screech, crunch, honk, honk. Nope he just went anyways and caused an accident.
He catches up and pulls up beside me. He's back to screaming about wanting his money and the obscene things he's going to do to me when he gets his hands on my "n#&&@$ ass" (I'm so white I burn on a cloudy day, so that makes sense I guess?). Just then the reason I picked this street comes into view, a long series of big speed bumps. I hit them like jumps on my scooter but he has to slow down a bit so I get a slight lead as I cut back onto a major road.
I see him turn onto the road a couple cars back and he's driving like a maniac to catch up. I take several corners at speeds and lean angles that make me feel like those mega fast bikes. He's still coming and has caught up as I approach my intended destination. I'm almost at a pretty big intersection which has just gone green with a bunch of oncoming cars. So I cut across the street to the bike lane on the far side.
He's stuck waiting while I've got room to turn into the mall parking lot. Down a ramp behind the mall to the ice rink. I used to play and referee hockey at that rink so I knew the site well. I go around back of the rink, over many speed bumps. Find a huge hedge by the back entrance, slip the scooter behind it and run inside to find my friend who is waiting for me to give him skating lessons so he can join my beer league team. He's 6"4', goes to the gym most days and has a hockey stick so I feel much safer already.
I give him the 10 second version and he leaps into action. I call the cops while we go through the arena to look out the front to see if I'm still in danger or not. We see the madman circling the parking lot looking for me and yelling that I can't hide from him and he knows where I live.
He eventually gives up and drives off, cops never show and my friend leaned to skate backwards that day.
Also, I just put the route into Google maps and it says 5min by car. It feels like it was faster than that but I expect that is just the adrenaline.
TL;DR shook my head in disgust at a nazi while stopped at a light and I narrowly escaped him in a car chase.