Yesterday evening after dropping off my oldest daughter, Miriam, at her baby sitting gig, I preceded toward home, accompanied by my two boys. Traveling behind a lady in a white suburban, I decided to pass as she indicated she was making a right hand turn and moved into the turn lane.

Much to my chagrin, when I was directly beside her, she decided she didn't want to turn after all and proceeded to move back into the space I now occupied. I laid on the horn, hit my brakes and proceeded to yell obscenities at the "idiotic" driver of the suburban. I then sped up to get along side this "moron" to give her the "evil eye" and make doubly sure she knew I was unhappy. I gave her my best look of disgust and waved my hands in a "what the hell are you thinking!" kind of gesture-- I am sure she got the message.

After my "little" tirade, my 11 year old son, David, looked at me and calmly said, "Now you know where we get it."

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