On the Ride Home Today
Going along at a good clip (say 45 MPH) and I see a woman pulling up to a stop sign on the right, maybe 100 feet ahead of me. And I'm thinking, surely she's not going to try to pull out in front of me. But of course she does, and even worse, she doesn't hit the gas, so I've really gotta mash the brakes. And I'm all set to blare the horn, flip the bird and pass her at the first opportunity, maybe even cutting back in front of her a little closely.
And then I see the little bumper sticker.
My son is a United States Marine.
Man, I felt lower than low for even thinking what I'd thought. Next time I don't care if they've got a bumper sticker or not. I'm going to treat them like they've got one.
