See a car on the road that looks just like my dad's

>see a car on the road that looks just like my dad's
>get anxious
Anyone else ever encounter this?

No, you need therapy.

When i was a kid
>see ambulance and police on drive home
>get closer and see it was a car accident
>get closer and see that it was a vehicle that resembled my aunt and uncles
>get home and my mom called my aunt.
>no answer
>wait an hour and call again
>no answer
>phone rings
>its the police
Fug

Yup, therapy.

>waiting in parking lot for drug dealer so we can buy some trees
>car pulls up next to us
>buddy gets out and hops in car
>old Mexican couple, not our drug dealer

Im black i dont no how thus feels

No because my dad is always bicyclan around and rarely uses his car

I saw a similar event unfold while I was sitting in my car eating sushi in the back of a department store parking lot one day.

My friend always freaks out when he sees white work vans. He hates his dad and avoids him as much as he can. One time we ended up in traffic behind him in my car and he went maximum recline and pulled his hat over his face while we passed

what happened though

the police were prank calling me lol

i've totally seen that coming from miles

Since I drive a car that's gotten exceedingly rare here, I get excited about seeing one of my own. '92 Camry in Europe reporting in.

Dad drives a normal A6 Avant from 2010 or so, totally standard car to see.

No, my dad's cool
>be driving my shitbox on the way to work
>driving down the same route that my dad takes to jog to some nearby trail
>hit bowl driving down Osborne
>turn and look at the sidewalk
>my dad's fucking jogging, turns up and looks at me and we make eye contact
never brought it up to me lol

Actual poster here.
They both died.

are they ok?

>White work van.

>My olld man drives an Econoline.
>I drive around and do a u turn around a cul de sac
>White van on opposite lane goes into my lane and starts playing chicken with me.
>I honk and move out of the way
>Van switches lanes and stops right in front of me
>I stop right in front of him, bumper to bumper
>I cuss the driver out the window and get out, prepared for anything, not seeing that it's my dad driving.
>He laughs his ass off
>I'm completely surprised.

>Shoot the shit for an hour, talk about politics, women, cars, future plans, finance, ect, ect

Kind of. I haven't seen my dad in months. Last time I have seen him, he thought people were following him and that his wife was in some plot against and said the same thing about my mother.

He's called me a few times but I haven't talked to him in a while.

Every time I see car that looks like his, I wonder if it's him or not. There was this one time I was on the freeway with someone and I thought it looked his wife in the passenger seat. I couldn't see that well at the time of who it was.

lol this happens to me too.
I don't know my dad's number plate by memory so I"m always worried it's him and try to be on my best behaviour. I get a lot of lectures when I do something dumb on the road when he's around

He sounds like he's developed schizophrenia

reminds me of when I was a kid
>look out the window at school
>see car that look's like dad

>see car that look's like dad
*car that looks like my dad's car
I guess he bears resemblance to a 280

yeah apart from the death and dying they've never been better

It makes me happy because my dad's dead.

>see same make, model, and color as dad's car
>anal clench and shudder reactively
Haha that's our dads am I right?

>hit up nigga for some dank weedz
>tell him meet me at the regular corner spot
>car slowly rolls to the corner and stops
>yo wazz gudd my nigga, got dat kush?
>its not him
>its a huge black dude
>"NO"

do you have autism or something