I just called the cops on a neighbor who was driving like 40 mph in the neighborhood, almost hit me, my dog and my mom and screeched around the corner! I was so piissed off that I went to the kid's house (he's like 18 or so and his parents are never home and he's an all around bad kid). I was just going to tell him to drive more carefully but then he and his two other 6 ft tall punk-asss friends came out of the house to start a fight. They towered over me being like "Is there a problem? You shouldn't have been walking in the street" and punching their palms in my face. Realizing that I had been placed in "immediate apprehension of bodily harm" (thankyouverymuch law school) I went home and called the police. I was hysterically crying on the phone and the Bernards Township police were so sweet, came to my house to calm me down and told me that the kids were bad trouble makers and they would have no problem going to their house to tell them not to mess with me again! The poor helpless (albeit ballsy) female persona comes in handy sometimes. "Officer he was so close I could smell his Axe deoderant through his super tight shirt...I was just trying to tell them to please slow down...I was so scared!" Truth is I was scared but I was more mad and wanted to teach those punks a lesson not to mess with me!