I’m a kind and gentle woman by nature. I’m dedicated to the search for inner peace and to sharing that peace with others. I’m nice to animals, I don’t kill bugs, and I almost never yell at my students.
In short, it takes a lot to get me riled up.
But today is the second day in a row that I’ve been hit by a car in the same crosswalk, and I’m feeling a little angry. The fear of being mown down in the street like a stray cat is starting to interfere with the inner peace.
I know just what you both did, too. Look left, no traffic, turn. But would it really take too much time out of your busy schedule to LOOK FORWARD as you make your turn? Is that too much to ask? Or were you sick the day they covered driving in high school drivers’ ed?
I’m starting to be a little bit afraid of my walk to work, because you may be waiting for me at the crosswalk, lurking until I try to cross, then attacking me with your little plastic Japanese car. I may have to start walking to work with a baseball bat, so the next time you hit me, I can smash your hood and your windows and maybe, just maybe, if I accidentally break a small part of you, I’ll find that it doesn’t interfere with my inner peace all that much after all.
I’m sorry, I try not to use strong language, but since this is the pit, I suppose I need to include the obligatory explatives. Here goes.
Darn. Darn you. Darn your children, your family, your dog and your cat and the cow which you undoubtedly know as well as you know your toothless wife. Moreover, darn your dratted drivers’ ed teacher, the dagblamed DMV instructor who gave you a licence, and the darned bank official whose poor judgement gave you a loan for the car you hit me with. Darn you all to heck.