Dear Angry Woman in the Lavender Minivan (yes, lavender),
I am very sorry that I went ballistic on you when you pulled up to the pump at the Chevron station yesterday. How could you know that I was walking up to that pump in advance of my father in my car, because my card didn’t work at the first pump we tried? I guess you couldn’t see me gesturing or hear me yelling, and I realize it was severe of me to get your attention by smacking the side of your van with my hand. I should have stopped being obnoxious, right then and there, and apologized for smacking your van.
And no, I did not yell at you because I am white*, as you accused. I was simply being a selfish, impatient asshole, who happens to be white. I am ashamed of my behavior, and I wish I could apologize to you directly, instead of invoking good karma by doing it here on my website which you could not possibly be reading.
How can I wish for my son to grow up to be a kind, smart person if I am not an example of such a person myself? And if I want to be a good example to my son, why can’t I just be a kind person to begin with? Has living in Los Angeles for 10 years made me quick to anger and rudeness? Or is my fuse growing shorter as I age? Thirty-four isn’t that old – at this rate I will be a very crotchety old woman.
So, angry woman, who shook her fist at me as I drove away, I vow to be nicer to people from this day forward. I promise to be more patient, forgiving, and generous with the benefit of the doubt. Please don’t put a hex on me.
Sincerely,
The bitch at the Chevron station
*woman’s race omitted on purpose. I would NEVER yell at someone because they are a different color than me.
I promise to be more patient, forgiving, and generous with the benefit of the doubt. Please don’t put a hex on me.
Promises, Promises….
Hilarious. Public confession is good for the soul.
I promise to be more patient, forgiving, and generous with the benefit of the doubt. Please don’t put a hex on me.
Promises, Promises….
Hilarious. Public confession is good for the soul.
I promise to be more patient, forgiving, and generous with the benefit of the doubt. Please don’t put a hex on me.
Promises, Promises….
Hilarious. Public confession is good for the soul.
Your mom gave me your email address but I must have written it down wrong. Send me an email-I’d love to hear from you! az*******@**et.net
Your mom gave me your email address but I must have written it down wrong. Send me an email-I’d love to hear from you! az*******@**et.net
Your mom gave me your email address but I must have written it down wrong. Send me an email-I’d love to hear from you! az*******@**et.net
Uh-Oh… sounds like a “Stressed Out Mommy Moment” big time!!!
Uh-Oh… sounds like a “Stressed Out Mommy Moment” big time!!!
Uh-Oh… sounds like a “Stressed Out Mommy Moment” big time!!!