Stupid Jerk
It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining with a light breeze. It was right around 70 degrees so not to hot and not to cold. I had just dropped my husband off at work and my 11 year old daughter and I were talking about packing up the truck and going to the lake for a nice relaxing picnic when I had to slam on my breaks. We were in the outside lane on main about 2 blocks away from a red light. Yes I was going to have to stop anyway but I didn’t expect a truck to come flying through the traffic already stopped in the inside lane turning left in front of me. I, as I said, slammed on the breaks. The guy almost hit us so of course my heart is pounding and my daughter was crying…to say the least. I probably wouldn’t have cared so much and just blew it off as the “stupid Jerk” but as he peeled out he just felt the need to yell “Fu*#ing Bi!*h”. You know last time I checked those aren’t the words you use to apologize for almost killing someone and at $3.00 a gallon I didn’t think gas would be a life or death situation. I guess the good old “where’s a cop when you need one” would apply here. But then again I believe in Karma a lot more than cops.