I’m basically a nice person, but I can be a real bitch when someone sets me off. Especially when I’m not feeling good, which is most of the time.

Like yesterday, I was taking my kid to work. An old couple was walking across the parking lot and I stopped, waiting for them to cross. Then, I must have punched the accelerator a bit too much because I heard the old man say, “Slow down, woman!”

My instant reaction was caustic.

“Fuck off!” I yelled. I hope he heard me, too.


My daughters eyes widened.

“What?” I said. I wasn’t sorry for saying it. Nobody calls me woman like that.

“Nothing,” she responded. Eye roll. She shrank back in her seat a bit.

Driving brings out the worst in me.