If Mondays didn't already give me a reason to hate them, it's gone an added another. On my way home today, I almost got run over.
Don't know what, exactly, was wrong with me but I calmly knocked on the driver's window, told him he had to look both ways, then walked away.
That's it. No screaming, no obscene hand gestures, no knocking all over the car with my rings -- yes, I have done that a few times before.
When I finally arrived home, I rewarded myself with an ice cream.
So there, Monday. I win. I'm still sweet.
Don't know what, exactly, was wrong with me but I calmly knocked on the driver's window, told him he had to look both ways, then walked away.
That's it. No screaming, no obscene hand gestures, no knocking all over the car with my rings -- yes, I have done that a few times before.
When I finally arrived home, I rewarded myself with an ice cream.
So there, Monday. I win. I'm still sweet.
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