As I drove down my street this afternoon, a woman recklessly pulled out of a gas station right in front of me. I almost drove into her. I leaned on the horn; both our windows were open because it was a warm day. I could see the woman; she was older and she had the hard, lined face of an alcoholic or someone who had not been kind to themselves. Even though she was completely in the wrong, she began shouting at me (I actually think she was drunk) and swearing at me. I leaned out my window and yelled "Go*curse* yourself, you *cursing*sex worker*", and waited, looking in my rear view mirror for a sign that we were gonna take it to the streets..
She drove off, so I continued down my street. Then I remembered that my 14 year-old daughter was sitting next to me in the car. She was looking at me and she said "Wow, really mom? What happened to being the better person?"
"*Curse* being the better person" I answered, "I was ready to GO!!"
***words surrounded by asterisks may or may not have been the actual words spoken.
1 comment:
Oh my God! Bridget had that Elmo chair. Fucking idiot don't go round Richmond yelling at people out of your car window. Might I remind you the next trauma center is in Concord. Or Doctors....either way.
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