Open Letter to the guy who cut me off yesterday afternoon

You may not have noticed me, but I was the one in the blue car, driving the speed limit through a residential area. I was right in front of you; until, of course, you passed me at a solid yellow line and then sped through two stop signs.

You may not have noticed, but we were not on the highway. As I mentioned, this was a residential street…you know, where it’s common for people to walk around, even try to cross the street at stop signs. Luckily, no one was trying to cross the street because something tells me that you wouldn’t have stopped.

It’s entirely possible that you didn’t see me, or the stop signs, or the guy trying to turn left who had to swerve out of the way as you raced down the road. It’s possible that you took a wrong turn and thought you were on the highway. After all, it’s pretty hard to see the road when the entire driver’s side of your windscreen is cracked and shattered like it was.

I wonder where you were going in such a hurry? Maybe you were going to hang out with the guy who nearly caused an accident with me last week when he decided that to turn left at high speed when I was in the middle of the intersection. Are you guys friends?

Sincerely,

the woman in the car who doesn’t care if you get mad when I honk at you.

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