had to go get some food.. no choice... and.. I so.. so do not like grocery stores..

and.. making my left hand turn.. into the huge lot..

a man.. wanting to pull out ... had his window open.. as I did..

me.. following.. everything I should.. he... well..

he.. thru our open windows.. called a long and drawn out

'Bxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx' and raises.. well a part of his hand..

so... I guess.. I was there for him.. in his time of need.. for him.. to vent anger.. that.. wasn't suppose to be..

perhaps.. he was having a bad day
perhaps.. he thought I was moving too slow
perhaps.. he didn't like my "golden oldies" tunes..

and I think to myself.... as the song says.. " oh what a beautiful day"..

the such a wonderful capper... for my depression... to be called a "bxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"... and to see that special finger..

I can give.. and give... and help and help..

yet.. this is the world.. at it's best.... today... the man.. with the finger.. yelling at me.. for doing.. exactly.. as I should be doing...

what is a person to think??? ya know....

[orangesforadam]

Hmmm...I never thought of it that way! Maybe getting his frustrations out on you saved him from some road rage where he caused a wreck and hurt other people and himself. Good for you!

[(JD)]

Well that was a good way to handle it for yourself. I'm basically against "venting" as it does nothing constructive in the long run.

[AAAAA]

What a healthy outlook!