Overinvolved Mom > Seattle driving
As I was driving along this morning on a busy street, I saw that a parked car was ahead in my lane. There was enough room, so I decided to merge into the next lane.
The lady at the wheel decided she was going to have none of that and sped up. To which I said, “Why are you fuh- …”
Oops, stop there. I didn’t actually say it, but I was close. And who did I have in the back seat but an eager 8-year-old, who wanted to know more. “Did you just say the F-word?”