I’m so very sorry that I didn’t pull out of the Carl’s Junior parking lot at the first available opening. It wasn’t that I was putting on lipstick or talking on my phone, I was trying to reason with a 2 year old (hopeless, I know) about why he wasn’t going to get his rootbeer in the car. Perhaps you didn’t here the screaming coming out of the open window of “I WANT MYYYY ROOOOTBEEEER!!!”, so you felt the need to honk at me. Maybe drinking rootbeer in the car isn’t a problem for you and your filthy construction worker truck, but we try to keep it out of the backseat for reasons I would rather not go into now.

And I’m really sorry that I hesitated for a moment at the left turn light on 120th South. No, I wasn’t sleeping, but attempting to fill the Carl’r Jr. Cup that previously held rootbeer with water to give to the 2 year old, so that he would hopefully stop his screaming. That honking really sped me up, though. No harm done, as we both made it through the light with plenty of time to spare.

If you were so annoyed by my driving (as you obviously were), I don’t quite understand why you pulled up behind me when there are two turn lanes to get onto I-15 southbound. You could have quite easily gotten into the other lane and not have to be behind me for one more second.

I guess it was important to you to really make sure that I knew you were annoyed, though. Enough so that you had to honk at me as you were passing me (on the right), so that I would look over and see you flipping me off. I’m sure you were in a great hurry to get somewhere really important, like to your next drywall job, and so you felt you were justified by your rude behaviour.

I’m sorry for you.

Yes, you made me upset–was that what you wanted? Because, really, I’m sure I was just too relaxed with that screaming 2 year old in the car, and the other one who was also trying to tell me 28 things, which were all very important to her. But now I know that you are much more important than us regular folk, and we should all either get out of your way, or make sure not to ever hesitate when turning left.

I’m not used to being treated in that manner, and even though I know I should just shrug off your horrible rudeness because you probably don’t know any better, it still made me feel bad and hurt my feelings.

My only positive thought was that at least I could blog about it.