If you thought everyone you came into contact with today was going to die tomorrow you might choose your words a little differently. Your tone may change. You might even let them pull into your lane after all. I know they didn’t use their signal, but come on, “they’re dying man!”
I pulled into the gas station yesterday and was immediately cut off by a guy in his truck. He took the last spot. I waved my arms, pulled right behind him, got out and demanded an explanation.
I don’t know why I was so ready and willing for confrontation at 7 am but that’s probably a different story.
I slammed my door and said, “What the hell was that man? You cut me off here!”
I could tell by the look of shock on his face he had no idea what I was talking about. He apologized profusely. I was immediately defused. Adrenaline turned to shame.
He got in his truck and happily moved for me. I think he had pity on me. He must have wondered, “Why is this human acting so stressed at this hour?” Maybe he thought today was my last day on earth.