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So anyways, the orthodontist called while I was driving my son to camp in the morning. And I was driving down the road to, to camp and it was on a 25 mile an hour road that has a left turn lane in the middle. But it otherwise it’s just you can just go in one lane, you know. There’s three lanes, let’s say and then the middle one, is the left turn lane, and it’s 25 miles an hour, all right?
So, the orthodontist calls and talking to her about my son’s braces. And there’s somebody like tailgating me right behind, like, right on my butt tailgating me. And I’m going 30, max. I’m going between 25 and 30 because I don’t like to speed especially on this road. There’s like schools all over the road and a daycare and there’s people walking, I don’t speed on that road. So, I was going 30 miles an hour, max. And as this person is tailgating me, I’m getting more and more agitated while I’m talking on the phone and — to the orthodontist.
And then all of a sudden, the person behind me decide, they’re gonna pass me in the left turn lane, And they, they zoom around me and they’re trying to zoom around me in the left, turn lane, totally illegal. They’re not turning, they’re just trying to pass me.
And as they do this, something snapped in my brain and I slammed on my accelerator to drag race them and I scream at the top of my lungs, “F*** you, you stupid b****!” And I’m on the phone talking to the like orthodontist well, the lady behind — the receptionist and, and then I and then I realized I’m like, “Oh.” And then I snap back into reality and I like within a second and in my mind I’m thinking, “I’m drag racing down the middle of 25 mile an hour road, I just screamed into the phone, “F*** you, you stupid b****.” At the receptionist at the orthodontist while we’re in the middle of a conversation” And I’m like, “Oh no, what did I just do?” And so I said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. And the lady’s like, “Oh my God, what?” And I said, “I was not talking to you. I’m not talking to you. There’s somebody trying to pass in the left, turn lane. And I just freaked out, I’m so sorry. That was not directed at you.” And she starts cracking up and she’s like, “Okay, that’s all right.” And then my son is like in the seat right next to me and he like slinks down in his chair and just starts like giggling to himself because he’s probably like eight years old.
And then, and then I — and then I slow down and let the dumb**s pass me and continue talking to the orthodontist. I like totally embarrassed about myself and then get off the phone and my son’s like, “Did you just scream that at the orthodontist?” I’m like, “Yes, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.” He was like, “Oh no,” He’s like, “I’ll never forget this.” And even like a month ago, he brought that up. He’s like, “Remember when you screamed at the orthodontist, because you had road rage?” And I’m like “Yeah…”