To the lady who gave me the "what the eff are you doing?" hand gesture after you almost hit my kid with your car today. I'm sorry. It was my fault that she ran out into the road in front of your car - okay, you were like, 6 car lengths away and driving slowly - but still... I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention and my kid is a space cadet. As if I didn't feel stupid enough for the dirty look you shot me, the insulting Italian hand gesture made me feel worse. And don't worry. I got punished enough for not paying attention because my kid cried inconsolably for 15 minutes afterwards because I "hurt her feelings" for yelling "Stop!" so loudly.
To the lady who I almost plowed into with my car at the stop sign today. I'm sorry too. I had just finished blowing about two pounds of snot out of my nose and felt a little lightheaded. I probably should have pulled over, but instead I proceeded to steal your turn at the four way stop. The fact that yours was the second dirty look someone had shot me in less than one hour almost reduced me to tears. Thanks for that, but give me a break. My kid wouldn't stop talking about grocery carts and my head felt like it was going to explode.
As I type, I'm considering how ironic it would have been if I'd actually connected with the lady at the stop sign considering my last post.
Talk about Hammertime.