Edmonton the land of Dirt Bags

You know last night I was so tiered that I forgot to tell you what happened to my friend. She works at a bar, just a little pub off of Jasper. So last call hits, then the bars closes and she get in her car to go home. She turns onto Jasper ave and stops at a red light, there is a man sitting in his white truck with the hazard lights on. As soon as the light says go she starts to move but so does he. She drives home, her usual course all the way to the West end, when she approaches her house she realizes that the man is still following her. He's making all the same turns she does. She tries to loose him but no the fucker persists. She drives toward the freeway, so does he. She calls me over and over again. She was so scared that while driving on the freeway she swerved into an exit lane at the last minute. The exit leads to my house where my girlfriend was sleeping. She lost the guy but was so scared to go home she knocked on my girlfriends window at 5 am. She slept over at our house. I was upset to hear such a scary story. I was more upset that she did not get the animals license plate, but I was happy that she felt safe here with my family. If I was a women getting followed by that asshole he would be in jail, getting rapped (hopefully). I would have gotten him back. Anyone in this position ever should call 911.