Well I was driving down the highway yesterday with my son in the car. We were talking like we always do, I try to use the alone time in the car to talk about life stuff which is anything from sex to who his friends are now. It was his turn to talk so I was hearing all about this new game that he wants me to get for him. The next thing I knew I was slamming on the brakes and punching the steering wheel to beep at this car that was shoving me into the divider wall. She finally seen me and quickly got over. My son had had one of those big pops from the gas station which flew out of his hand and went everywhere. When I looked at him he was white as a ghost and was crying it had scared the shit out of him. We both were shaking and my hand had begun to puff up from hitting the steering wheel. I decided to pull off and get him cleaned up and let us settle down. Before I got to the exit I saw the car that caused all this and was getting ready to pass it. She would not even look at me, no wave to say hay, I’m sorry! I was so pissed off that I wanted to yank her out of the car. That was my kid that she almost hurt and the fact that she had no remorse just pissed me off more. By the time we got to the gas station my son was trying to settle me down. I bring this up because you never know what is going to happen from day to day so be great full for the time you have.
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