I have a confession to make. I lost my cool this morning. Not really visibly unless you count the look I gave the poor workman who actually did the right thing in showing up on time, and in so doing just happened to be blocking the driveway with a huge truck pulling an even huger trailer when I, already running very late, was rushing to get my daughter to the train to get to her college class on time. The result: I had to drive (fast) over the side of the lawn and precipitously close to the truck in order to get around him. Translation: I peeled out of my nice quasi-suburban driveway like a bat out of hell. “Do you think he was upset?” I asked my daughter as we are racing to the station. “Mom, I think he thought you were going to kill him.”
I felt really bad.
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